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every-thing-is-not-alright: I love this, you want to kill the person you see in the mirror, but in doing that you end up killing yourself… 

every-thing-is-not-alright:

I love this, you want to kill the person you see in the mirror, but in doing that you end up killing yourself… 

dysenterygay:

i asked my italian grandfather if the rough parts of italy were called the spaghetto and look at me w/ so much shame 

whiskey-memories:

bras are so expensive like i didn’t choose the boob life the boob life chose me

the-vashta-nerada:

today my sister asked me for a glass of cold water and i sarcastically asked her “how cold” and she said “as frigid as your love life”

hawkeyedriza:

absolutelydestinysmood:

nannajane:

in 7 years its going to be the 20s again so we can bring back swing music and the aesthetics of that era but keep modern values who’s with me

you can’t repeat the past

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can’t repeat the past? why, of course you can! of course you can. 

crocs-hbu: unfollowinq: woah i scrolled down and saw this moving….. djasldjkad then realized it was animated. erhmergerd. - diana [qtfo] this is so cool

crocs-hbu:

unfollowinq:

woah i scrolled down and saw this moving….. djasldjkad then realized it was animated. erhmergerd. - diana [qtfo]

this is so cool

praisetheherb:

oh. my. god.

bitchin-blaziken:

my hobbies include

  • deleting your shit comments

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mintsmintsmints:

captorihardlyknowher:

count-vulvula:

thedivingboard:

russia coming 15 minutes late to the 1917 revolution holding a tsarbucks

15 minutes late they clearly weren’t

russian

looks like they were

stalin

you guys are putin way too much time into this
forebidden:   There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence. On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad! Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased. It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father. Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper. Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. “You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.” The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak. “When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

forebidden:

 

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”