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  2. somescarswillneverheal:

    darthchic:

    sarcastic-nonfictionalist:

    tastefullyoffensive:

    [bluechaircomics/via webtoons]

    They are both literally me.

    I always thought that everybody thought this anyway. Just to different degrees though.

    These are called intrusive thoughts and they’re pretty common.

    (via oryoucouldjustnot)

     
  3. bloodpuker:

    olivertwix:

    death-by-lulz:

    DO WE CALL A PLUMBER OR AN ELECTRICIAN

    yes.

    Ha yes!

    (Source: petapeta, via ruinedchildhood)

     

  4. jonesdavid813:

    cyanblur:

    cyanblur:

    what do you call this color gradient?

    image

    black to the fuchsia

    oh my god

    (via ruinedchildhood)

     
  5. Did it make its goal?

    (via ruinedchildhood)

     
  6. (Source: brainblowjob, via eilataneam)

     
  7. spr-ngfever:

    buttslikehouses:

    34choco:

    How to Really, Really Piss Off the Wesboro Baptist Church

    i have never hit the reblog button so fast jfc

    this is really great omg

    (via eilataneam)

     
     
  8. earthdad:

    this is my future

    Thats why he ended up being a black smith.

    (via ruinedchildhood)

     
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  10. oatmeal:

    I drew Spider-Man like the new Spider-Woman.

     
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  12. richardcreech:

    MY FRIEND JUST WENT OUT FOR DINNER AND THIS MOTHERFUCKER TURNED UP AT THE WINDOW LIKE HE HAD A FRICKING RESERVATION

    GOD DAMMIT AUSTRALIA

    (via bury-your-diamonds)

     
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  14. dietdiamonddew:

    "What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I love the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son. And he’s the Chief of Police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She’s been waiting for me all these years. She’s never taken another lover. I don’t care. I don’t show up. I go to Berlin. That’s where I stashed the chandelier."

    - Dwight K. Schrute

    (via bury-your-diamonds)

     
  15. wefuckinglovescience:

    The mystery of the moving rocks has finally been solved.

    Learn more: http://bit.ly/VWmPpW