May 2013
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Nakakainis yung bago pumasok ng airport si Ma, tumingin muna sya sa’kin. “O ano, alis na ako.”
Ma, six years ka ng nag-aabroad, ngayon ka pa nagdrama kkkk rawr (Pero maiiyak na ako ‘nun. Pinigil ko lang kasi baka asarin nya ako. lol)
end of essay: u feel me??
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drgero:
true friendship is being comfortable enough to openly discuss pornography with each other
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im-your-favorite-actor-and-i:
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smashedindigo:
I’m really scared to keep watching Supernatural because I heard on tumblr.com that as the seasons progress Sam becomes sadder and his hair grows longer but im only on season 2 and he’s already pretty sad and shaggy so by the time i get to season 8 he’s probably going to be a suicidal chewbacca and i don’t know if i want...
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I downloaded a mod for Skyrim that makes it so you can whistle for your horse when you can’t find it and it’ll come to you
so I was looking for my horse and couldn’t find it so I whistled and nothing
whistled again, nothing
then the sound of a horse dying from somewhere behind me
apparently my horse had been on top of a fucking mountain and threw itself...
waking up from a nap is the scariest most disorienting thing you can do
amoying:
the bags under my eyes are so heavy because they carry the weight of all my dead hopes and dreams
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castielandhishunters:
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my school’s “rival school” is on lockdown right now bc someone put weed in the vents so everyones slowly getting high oh my godd
I guess now you could call it a high school
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formermaleprostitute:
just a friendly reminder that you don’t have to justify your taste in music, movies, or books to anyone and if certain people make you feel bad or ashamed over stuff you like you should probably just tell them to fuck off
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Cassandra Clare: City of Heavenly Fire snippet... →
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A moment later, Helen had returned; she was walking slowly now, and carefully, her hand on the back of a thin boy with a mop of wavy brown hair. He couldn’t have been older than twelve, and Clary recognized him immediately. Helen, her hand firmly clamped around the wrist of a younger boy…
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margaery-tyrell:
kcvmh:
This scene.
#I’m gonna lose my virginity with this playing loudly in the background
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