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P.S. The real world isn’t going to accommodate you and your “comfort.” When you get off Tumblr, there aren’t any trigger warnings. Wearing a nametag with your “gender identity” on it would be absolutely laughable. You’ll have to learn to be an adult and deal with people without being psychotic and wishing death on them.

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"A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her."



I will reblog this every single time

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This is so fucking awesome

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- it means no memories, for the rest of the night  (via suchvodka)

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me: damn i need to save my money

me: *spends $200 in a week*


why the fuck does everyone in the purge movies want to kill people if crime was legal i’d find a way to erase my student debt and also probably steal a bunch of new clothes

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1 minute of silence for everyone that can’t attend San Diego Comic Con 2013.

another minute of silence for everyone that can’t attend San Diego Comic Con 2014

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when youre in 1st place in Mario Kart and someone throws a blue shell


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lmao when people think they have a right to be mad when THEY’RE the ones who fucked up lmFAO


the amount of posts on this site that are like “ALL GIRLS HOT MOST BOYS UGLY” is disgusting and if you reblog any of them without any sort of commentary never ever claim yourself to be a proponent of body positivity or anything like it 

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"Hello. Right. I wanna say something that I thought I’d never actually talk about. Before we wrote ‘Sempiternal’, I was a fucking drug addict. I was addicted to a drug called ketamine. I was on it for years, and I was off my fucking nads. And um. My band wanted to kill me. My parents wanted to kill me. My fucking brother wanted to kill me. Everybody didn’t want to take me too well. But they didn’t. They stood by me, supported me through all that shit. And we wrote sempiternal because of it. And no one fucking knows this but I was in rehab for a month. And through that time, as well as my band and my fucking family, you guys were sending me… You had no fucking idea that I was in rehab but you were sending me letters, you were sending me texts, you were sending me fucking emails. And then when I got out of rehab, I didn’t want to scream it anymore. I wanted to sing it from the fucking rooftops. And it’s all thanks to you. So thank you very much."

- Oli Sykes’ APMA’s speech (via dedicationininspiration)

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