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dogalyst:

idk i really like being called cute but i also really like hearing that you masturbate to the thought of me idk

shrekjpeg:

when u excited about something and ur friend isntimage

cattailsandcattales:

urbies:

Great moments in tv history

The best part is how the hand giving the cigarette doesn’t belong to anyone in the room—no one is wearing that shirt.

unordinary-girl:

cuddling is probably one of the most passionate forms of love there is because you just feel so safe and close to the person and it feels like all your worries go away and it’s one of the greatest feelings in the world

officialtokyosan:

letsrevince:

tforge13:

wordssetinstony:

tricksterkids:

cadegrey:

mjwatson:

i don’t really understand where penises go when boys wear pants

sometimes to the left

sometimes to the right

sometimes up

sometimes down

sometimes painful

sometimes not

depends

take it back now y’all

One hop this time

please don’t jump on my penis

too late

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WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN GET THAT HOLY SHIT

bryko:

I’m watching Monsters Inc. with Pulp Fiction subtitles

obsessedwith-castiel-dean-sam:

DEAN—Ugh. Shoulda cleaned the pipes.

JO—What?

DEAN—I, uh, I wish the pipes were cleaner.

My Dean obsession    endless∞spn caps  (No Exit 2x06)

"Never give up… Keep fighting until you figure out what you’re fighting for."

- Jared Padalecki (VanCon 2014)

nintendorking:

tropicaziall:

smoke-thc-drop-lsd:

why am i laughing

ITS BACK

yoohoo big summer blow out

elevensleeps:

elevensleeps:

my mom says hey

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whovian-all-over:

ohyousillypotato:

And here we can see the Blogger in her natural habitat.

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The blogger is a shy, docile creature…

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… that prefers the darkness…

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… and tends to be wary of the outside world.

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The Blogger rarely sleeps, and when it does, it does so in seemingly random places.image

We have attempted to understand the dietary habits of the Blogger…

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… but to no avail.

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I am so glad this is back

infiltration:

sometimes i realize there are so many things i won’t remember in 50 years like the way the sky looked this morning and all the dogs i saw today and my mom’s voice and i get so sad i never want to forget