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epic-humor:

sloth-grunge:

trying to comfort someone like

image

(via shouldnt)

burgrs:

im so worried about tall boys….be safe…be careful up there… maybe u should come down here and kiss me

(via bunsen)

i didn’t believe a paradiddle was a real thing, so today i asked one of our aux percussionists. 

he took it better than expected that i’m percussionally challenged.

gif:

condoms aren’t completely safe my friend was wearing one when he got hit by a bus

(via the-legion-of-fandoms)

littlewood-inthe-bigblue-surf:

Something that really frustrates me about high school band is the fact that the staff don’t have the balls to own up to their mistakes. They just blame the kids and it breaks my heart because they can’t see that’s it’s not their fault. It’s horrible.

pale-fire:

Feminist Graffiti from the 1970s [x]

pale-fire:

Feminist Graffiti from the 1970s [x]

(via cutesader)

monicalewinsky1996:

retr0philia:

yeah you called me cute, but like

did you mean cute as in puppy cute

or cute as in frick frack tickity tack take off your panties

I hope none of you ever get laid

(via tchaikovskysgirlfriend)

friendswithbandefits:

yolucas:

cute story time: my one friend is dating a boy who is blind and they go for walks everyday and as they walk she describes everything to him and he always says that “she makes everything sound so beautiful, except herself, but one day I’m determined to make her describe herself in the same beautiful way she describes the earth” I’m so

OH MY GOD THATS ADORABLE

(via tchaikovskysgirlfriend)

phoenix-falls:

No sugardaddies. No sugar mamas. No sugarbabies. Full socialism in romantic relationships. There are only sugarcomrades.

(via tchaikovskysgirlfriend)

"I’d pick her over me, too."

- a six word story (via kawaiied)

"I need cold weather and cuddling."

- Six word story, September 7, 2014 (300/365)

"Infinity tasted just like your lips."

- (via sixwordssayitall)

thedesertsighs:

I never meant to forget you.

Four By Eight

theincomplete:

She was the light after darkness.

She was my break of dawn.

She’s the calm in my storm.

Come the night, she was gone.

She could illuminate my darkest fears.

She was the warmth without warning.

I wasn’t worthy of her heart.

I miss her like the morning.

– six-word stories for an eight line series.

edithsolisphotography:

Cole Andre // Paradise Fears
Houston, TX // 9-18-2014
[More photos: edithsolisphotography.com]

edithsolisphotography:

Cole Andre // Paradise Fears

Houston, TX // 9-18-2014

[More photos: edithsolisphotography.com]

(via stuckonthislaunchpad)

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