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So it Goes.

26. A blog of guilty pleasures and random musings. If you follow me, 'you're just as sane as I am...'

illegally-ginger:

arousedean:

whitebeltwriter:

decertatio:

werewolfnl:

frostingpeetaswounds:

prince-of-mametown:

dreamerofderse:

"Family gatherings" aka "90% of the people here are racist"

”..and homophobic”

"and sexist"

"and claim to be none of these things"

"they’re just joking"

"you’re just going through a phase"

"you’ll get used to it"

"so do you have a boyfriend yet?" 

So true

(via greenarem)

Tumblr mobile, you’re a mess. You know when you’re having a serious moment and your dash won’t let you forget about Paily? aaajmachine

Tumblr mobile, you’re a mess. You know when you’re having a serious moment and your dash won’t let you forget about Paily? aaajmachine

nudiemuse:

jackburtonsays:

Yes gawd…

Can u not

(via aaajmachine)

portablemiah:

American History textbooks more like

Chapter 1: Introduction to White People
Chapter 2: White Settlers and The Indian Savages
Chapter 3: Whitey Makes A Country
Chapter 4: The Blacks
Chapter 5: Wars, Wars, Wars
Chapter 6: No More Racism!: Martin Luther King Jr. Gives a Speech
Chapter 7: The Modern Whites

(via charli-mcda)

thatguyinthetardis:

dude, being addicted to fanfiction is so weird. You stay in front of your computer for hours a day reading different versions of those same characters falling in love and fucking again, again, again and again. And yet, we’re looking for more, creating more, making fanarts because, apparently, nothing in the world is more fulfilling than fictional love, the love we cannot have. That’s either inspiring or unsettling. Or both.

(via charli-mcda)

thegreatrosh:

That lip bite though…

thegreatrosh:

That lip bite though…

“I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you…”

plasmatics-life:

Waterfall | (by Hélène Desplechin)