Aug
29
2015

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Aug
29
2015

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theinturnetexplorer:

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Poke-Shaming

Aug
29
2015

Reblogged from dailyhangover :

whitedad:

staypositiveandsmile10:

IM FUCKING LOSING IT.

who thought this was a good idea

(Source: weloveshortvideos.com)

Aug
29
2015

Reblogged from sixpenceee :

sixpenceee:
“ Pythons are strong enough to pull wallabies up out of the water.
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sixpenceee:

Pythons are strong enough to pull wallabies up out of the water.

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Aug
29
2015

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sixpenceee:
“This is Mount Rushmore in its natural state.
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sixpenceee:

This is Mount Rushmore in its natural state. 

Aug
29
2015

Reblogged from dailyhangover :

majestic-hysteria:

ayelroyjetsonyo:

Who the fuck is this kid

a genius

(Source: montondemierda.com)

Aug
29
2015

Reblogged from killerusagi :

shubbabang:

me to brain: nO ONE ASKED YOU?

Aug
29
2015

Reblogged from yhrite :

aspio:
“( ❤ )
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aspio:

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Aug
29
2015

Reblogged from sixpenceee :

sixpenceee:
“Never Again The estimated reading time for this story is 3 minutes, 23 seconds. Use this post to discuss this story.
I was seventeen when she came. I’d been living with my abusive mother for seventeen long, painful years. It was around...

sixpenceee:

Never Again

The estimated reading time for this story is 3 minutes, 23 seconds. Use this post to discuss this story.

I was seventeen when she came. I’d been living with my abusive mother for seventeen long, painful years. It was around midnight, and my mother was already asleep, so when the three soft raps at the front door came it was me who answered. An odd looking little girl stood there, with cheeks pale and colorless, blonde hair in braided pigtails, pink dress torn a little at the hem, feet bare and turning slightly blue from the cold of winter, and black eyes. Fathomless, deep black eyes. I quickly let her in, thinking of how horridly underdressed she was. It wasn’t until later I’d wonder why she’d not been shivering, or even question as to why she was here in the first place. I got her into the living room, wrapping her little form in a thick afgan my grandmother knitted. She held it, though it didn’t seem to affect her, and I smiled.

Seguir leyendo

Aug
29
2015

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sixpenceee:
“Sheet takes a ghostly form
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sixpenceee:

Sheet takes a ghostly form

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