super sad.

this calls for La Dispute and tons of reading. 

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kaseybug:

i want a boy with flowers in his mind
is that too lame?
nirvananews:

Reading ‘91.

adarafaelbarbas:

wunderscheisse:

puhpuhtooie:

driftinglikeafloatingboat:

deadcuntsociety:

brocreate:

Samuel L. Jackson reads “Go The Fuck To Sleep”

Bedtime will never be the same again. 

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I’M CRYING CAUSE THIS IS REAL

holy shit i need this. 

This is the best thing ever happened with earth.

SOBBING

SCREAMING

I

MY LIFE

WHAT IS HAPPENING

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"First things first, dispose of everything that reminds you of them. The things that they gave you as a token that they are still thinking of you, that things are still going strong. Box it up, throw it out, and if you’re really ready to let go, burn it. Take the photographs of when things were still going good, off of your wall and off of your computer. But most importantly, remove and erase the photographs of when you were happy. Forget about how good you look in their flannel shirt. Cut it up and bring a piece to all of the places that you ever went to together. Leave the memory behind along with shreds, and along with the pain. There is no looking back now."

- "If you want to forget," - Colleen Brown (via larmoyante)

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s-un-rise:

as we grow older, we are taught to put homework first, always. we are taught to set aside our interests to complete busy work. we are taught to indulge in time fillers, rather than doing what we really want. and so then, once in a blue moon, when we happen to have a day of no work, we don’t know what to do with ourselves. we forget what it means to be spontaneous; we learn to sit at a desk and focus. and I think that’s a shame

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bizarreismm:

Abandoned Glenn Dale Hospital - Maryland

Glenn Dale Sanatorium opened in the early 1930’s to help shelter both adult and child tuberculosis patients in the D.C. area. The grounds were equipped with playgrounds, areas for sunbathing (due to the belief that sun exposure could help cure the disease), morgues, and rooms for quarantining patients. 

The hospital operated for nearly 50 years before closing in 1982.

According to one local legend, “The Goatman”, a half-man, half-goat experiment gone wrong roams the woods surrounding the abandoned Glenn Dale at night. 

Other, more gruesome legends say that in the 60’s, doctors locked the doors and left TB patients to die in their rooms due to a massive outbreak. Another claims that in the 1970’s, Glenn Dale was converted into a mental asylum until patients began murdering hospital staff.

Source

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bey0nd-galaxy:

If you don’t mind cuddling all day or being lazy and sleeping on top of me while watching movies. Or eating pizza or getting hickies. Come be mine

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simplypurkey:

jazzumon:

destielkills:

auntiesnixshipper:

awkwardteenagenerves:

discard-and-discover:

evolve-within:

disregardwomen:

When my mom’s out in public, she sends me pictures of lesbians she sees.

Jesus I envy that relationship. 

this is like the time when my mum took me bra shopping and the girl measuring me up was a lesbian and my mum said to me “i’ll go take a walk around the shop so you can talk to this nice young girl” and gave me a look as if to say “chat her up”. 

My mum tries to push me towards cute possibly gay girls and then disappears. She did it in Primark once and I found her hiding behind a pile of knickers, watching me.

i love all of your moms

When I was 17 I was convinced I was in love with the check out girl at the grocery store 5 minutes away from our house, so my dad went to get milk and somehow found an appropriate point in the conversation while buying a half gallon of milk to give her my number. Three days later she called me and asked if I wanted to come over “to watch a movie” and long story short my dad got me laid thanks dad.


That last story is worth reblogging