You ready for this?


westleyy:

i don’t actually hate people it just exhausts me being around them for extended periods of time even my friends it’s nothing personal i just actually like being by myself yo



primisthebomb:

you’ve got your olive oil

virgin olive oil

extra virgin olive oil

olive oil with a questionable past

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intrajanelle:

wow this young justice hiatus feels like its going on forever


sam-wienerchester:

bbqutie:

SHE DID THAT SHIT

WHAT HTE FUCK



mentholcigarettesandslicktricks:

theshadyslut:

owlcitymordred:

stagdoeandfawn:

catully:

brigwife:

latitudeoctopus:

brigwife:

wait you mean you don’t use the word ‘fortnight’ in america???

Wait what? Then what do they use?

they don’t have a word

what do you mean they don’t have a word what kind of uncivilised people are they??

the fuck is a fortnight

It’s a word for ‘two weeks’

We say “two weeks”

Why can’t you just say “two weeks” why do you need a special word.


weareallportionsforfoxes:

Danny Phantom: the man of several good comebacks.

weareallportionsforfoxes:

Danny Phantom: the man of several good comebacks.


edating:

a lot of people assume because i dont talk a lot that its because im in a bad mood or grumpy or being cold with them but its just like a genuinely have nothing to say!! i am not an interesting person!! i dont know how to respond to people 90% of the time dont take it personally!!



Track Title: Everytime We Touch

Artist: Cascada

tunetechgoghead:

ask-candle-and-nightlight:

ask-templar-pony:

dottily:

there is only one way to dance to this song

Woops reblogged it again.

THIS WAS LIKE THE FIRST SONG I HAD EVER HEARD ON THE INTERNET

just the breath at the start of the song and i was singing along already fuck i miss this song


it was the greatest day in the history of the world! why, you ask? that’s the day the world got kid flash!


exichan:

If the first thing you think about at the start of summer vacation isn’t High School Musical 2, you’re wrong.

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tardis221b:

when you wake up from a particularly disturbing dream and just stare at the ceiling for a while like what crevice of my mind did that even seep from