#superlongcomiclmao
don’t you look at me like that i already feel duMB FOR UPLOADING THIS
i hope you can read my messy writing
i HAVE BEEN SCREAMING FOR ABOUT HALF AN HOUr this is so precious you have done a marvelous job
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THIS SONG IS NOT ALLOWED TO BE PRETTY NO
Okay srsly, WHAT SONG IS THAT
Caramelldansen apparently.
<3
WOAH
WOAH
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Source: jadeharieySo I’m finally doing a quadrant necklace giveaway?????!?!??!
THE WINNER WILL GET:
- ONE OR A PAIR OF CARD SUIT NECKLACES for WHOEVER THE FUCK FILLS YOUR QUADRANTS
be cool follow da rules:
- YOU CAN LIKE AND REBLOG AS MANY TIMES AS YOU WANT BUT BE CONSIDERATE TO YOUR FOLLOWERS
- YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE FOLLOWING ME BUT IF YOU DO I WILL cry because i’m really not a quality blog
- FREE SHIPPING IN THE US but if you live outside then we’ll prob split it
WINNER WILL BE CHOSEN VIA RANDOM GENERATOR ON MAY 25, 2013
yo yo i’m also selling card suits rings and necklaces and you can take a look at them here ==> magical shop of magic
I’M PUSHING THE DATE AHEAD A WEEK! IT’LL BE ON MAY 18TH!
This ends in two days!
THIS MADE ME START HYPERVENTILATING which is really ironic
that was fucking terrifying
your tension has been exterminated
EXTERMINATED
THIS IS THE GREATEST THING EVER
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fuckyeahladies-fictionalandreal:
You, stop scrolling, we need to address some things about Hyperbole and a Half writer Allie Brosh. Think calling her the voice of a generation is going too far? Bullshit. This woman is one of the most real, relatable, creative, funny, and vulnerable writers of all time. From the pants-wettingly hilarious God of Cake to the needed-to-said-but-everyone’s-too-afraid-to-talk about it Adventures in Depression, Allie’s posts have genius pacing and are fantastic at highlighting the wonderful idiosyncrasies that make her who she is. She’s willing to let us in to aspects of her life that she doesn’t even understand so that people going through similar things can feel less fucking alone in a world that vilifies and over simplifies the complexities of mental illness. Allie doesn’t smile for you, or hand you bullshit platitudes because that. doesn’t. fucking. help. She’ll laugh when she’s damn well ready to laugh and she’ll cry when she damn well needs to cry, and you’ll do both with her because she speaks to the parts of all of us that we thought were too weird and too complicated to be understood.
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remember when a girl from my school wore a dress the same color as the green screen at prom
oh yes
her date did too
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Someday, Sherlock will stop producing new episodes.
Someday, Supernatural will stop producing new episodes.
Someday, Doctor Who will stop producing new episodes.
Someday, Merlin will-
oh
STILL TOO SOON
GO SIT IN A CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU DID
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Source: bananafondue
Let’s see who’s over 18
I did not realize that kids born after 1994 were not allowed to watch this movie
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My picks from #safetytipsforladies on Twitter.
brilliant
ALWAYS REBLOG.
Did I blog this? Well, no matter, it’s amazing.
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There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.
And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.
In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.
The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.
You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.This is the most amazing thing I have ever read.
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM ALMOST TEARING UP
Reblog for eternity.
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