Show Your True Colors

evilvagina:

I AM LAUGHING SO HARD

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blein:

sO my friend’s dog died and she lives in new york city and so she had to take it to the vet by the subway and she put the dead dog in the suitcase on the subway and it was a pretty big dog and some dude saw that she was struggling with the suitcase so he asked if she needed help with it and he said do you mind me asking what’s in it and she didnt want to say a dead dog so shE SAID IT WAS A BUNCH OF LAPTOPS SO HE TOOK THE SUITCASE AND RAN AND I JUST 

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i-say-no-to-status-quo:

psy-che-del-ic:

liberatingreality:

This may be the most powerfully accurate image I’ve ever seen in my life.

wow

oh

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obaaaby:

sass-master-jack-frost:

creepylandshark:

zamii070:

I know what I`m doing for my art project next week

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

I’m dead

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bracesfuckblazer:

ohsharkfarts:

My heart just exploded.

IM CRYING THIS IS BEAUTIFUL OMG

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goddammitfenton:

if you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember this one time in my english class, we were writing horror stories and one of the girls wrote “it was friday the 13th, the night before halloween” for her opening sentence

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fierrrrrrce:

That’s how it’s done bitches.

yasss ss ss s

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jailbird2139:

so-relatable-blog:

Most relatable posts here!

Sleeping and forgetting to call me . -___-

cra-z-e:

flawlessindie:

verdire:

savarnas:

manhattan window view

I want to live there really bad

NYC *sigh*

this is perf

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foodopia:

fire roasted tomato chicken pasta: recipe here

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vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.

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