priest-of-rage:

bedquest:

dear fucking tumblr

this is a fucking bumblebee

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this is a fucking bee

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this is a fucking hornet

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this is a fucking wasp

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as you can fucking see the longer their legs are and the less fuzzy they are is equivalent to how fucking evil they fucking are

I feel like I just watched a step by step pokemon evolution

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elenasalvat0ree:

emmaharrows:

riddlerose:

inaneenglish:

And ten years later, this is still hot…

This will never not be hot

#Aragorn opening that door is everyone’s sexuality tbh

#Aragorn doing anything is hot let’s be real

disrespect my favourite character and you disrespect me

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sxrreal:

When I say “please don’t take a picture of me” it’s not because I’m being bitchy and stubborn, it’s because if I see that picture I will seriously feel so bad about myself and think I am the ugliest thing on earth and sink a little deeper into self consciousness and hatred.

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beahbeah:

foxtrotsky:

What men don’t understand is that women are FIERCELY PROTECTIVE of underage girls because we remember when we were young and some adult man made us uncomfortable or manipulated us or was inappropriate with us and we were powerless.

   

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"

People always tell you that when you fall in love, ‘you just know.’ As a kid I always wondered how that could be possible. You can’t know something you’ve never felt. And I never understood why no one would ever tell me what it felt like to be in love. Do you get butterflies? Does the world really stop, and do the birds sing?

I believe there is a difference between loving someone and being in love with them, and I think I loved you the moment I saw you. But falling in love with you? That’s been a learning experience.

I don’t know when it actually happened. Was it so slow I didn’t notice, or did I just ignore the signs? But there we were, sitting in a dark corner of my favorite book store. And you were reading and we were laughing and for a moment I realized I never wanted that second to end. I wanted to freeze time and I wanted to watch you laugh forever. I suddenly wanted you to know what I wasn’t sure of myself.

I think the reason nobody ever tells you what being in love feels like is because no one knows. Love isn’t some set definitive, you can’t pull it out of the dictionary and expect it to apply to you. And I think I realize that now. Nobody ever tells you, because it’s always changing and evolving. I’ll never love you the same as I do this instant, because we’re constantly changing as people. Different days and thoughts and interactions with our environments.

Some days my love for you makes me want to sing from rooftops, and smell the roses. And some days I just want to sit in comfortable silence with you. And some days I want to flick you off, because you’re a huge, adorable jerk and I hate you.

What I’m beginning to realize though, is that love doesn’t feel like anything, because love isn’t a thing. It’s a person.

I don’t think I ever fell in love with you. I think love walked right into the room, offered his hand and asked me to dance.

"

— J. B. 'You Pushed Me And I Can’t Get Up' (via hopeless-syntactic)

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do you ever just wonder if there’s someone who secretly thinks about you and wants to talk to you but doesn’t know how

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ermathursty:

saw this tip jar at my Dairy Queen today and lost it at tipiosa

ermathursty:

saw this tip jar at my Dairy Queen today and lost it at tipiosa

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intoasylum:

This. All the awards for Penelope. Here’s a fairy tale about a girl cursed at birth with a huge flaw in her genetics: the nose of a pig. Forced to grow up hidden away in her home, with a mother who scared her from ever entering the outside world, in fear of people cringing at her face and ridiculing her. She spends her whole life being told by her family that the only way to break the curse is to marry a man, for only another’s acceptance of her face would break the spell. But in the end, she runs away from her wedding, realizing that she doesn’t want to enter a loveless marriage just to break a curse she was born with. She doesn’t need a man to cure her, because she’s perfectly fine exactly the way she is. She finally accepts herself and loves herself for who she is, flaws and all. And that, my friends, is how the curse gets broken. Not by a man, not by true love. But by loving and accepting herself. Ugh, absolute perfection.

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"I don’t want a ‘Perfect Relationship’. I just want someone who I can act silly with, someone who treats me right and loves being with me."

— (via lilfellow)

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"For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth."

n.t. (via size10plz)

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beardhairdontcare:

Three straight boys walk into a bar.
Haha and then what ;)

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beatrispriorities:

Fiction is more than a story.

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