My First Time.



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whathappensnextmylove:

daveyoufool:

When people say “it’s not classy for a lady to curse”

BITCH THIS LADY IS THE EPITOME OF CLASS

LOOK AT HER CURSE. LOOK AT IT.

.~ Practically perfect in every FUCKING way ~.

even Marry Poppins is like bitch please

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lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

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let-it-golaf:

pixiedust-paycheck:

glorychildren:

NO PHOTOSET HAS MADE ME HAPPIER.

MY FAVORITE PHOTOSET IS BACK

I WILL NEVER NOT LOVE THIS PHOTSET

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aspidochelon:

heyitspj:

he rises

ok no imma reblog this again because: this dog looks like a necromancer. this dog looks like he raises dead from the ground and brews potions and chants and shit. this dogs a fucking necromancer

aspidochelon:

heyitspj:

he rises

ok no imma reblog this again because: this dog looks like a necromancer. this dog looks like he raises dead from the ground and brews potions and chants and shit. this dogs a fucking necromancer

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la-hire-ships-it:

notyouraveragepornblog:

blasianxbri:

mamamorgantayl0r:

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This is beautiful. And on the topic of sleepovers and kids getting stuck in uncomfortable situations: My mom and I had a code, ever since my first sleepover. I would always call home to say goodnight, and if I asked “How is the cat doing?”, it meant that I wasn’t comfortable and I wanted her to pick me up. I did use this code a few times, and whenever I did, my mom came up with the excuses for me. I was never stuck at a sleepover I didn’t want to be at - and as a child with anxiety and social phobia, this was a great system.

posts like these are the reason i love tumblr

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I love sleeping next to him, but then when I’m trying to sleep alone, the bed feels so empty and I crave the warmth of his chest against my back and the sound of his steady breath against my neck and then I realize without him here it’s not really sleep, it’s just sitting in darkness for hours pretending he is here. sjs (via prettyradandprettyglad)
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lnsomaniac:

uniteed:

Instead of calling girls thirsty, we should call them D Hydrated.

The future is now

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