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rdreamwalker:

asilookatthemoon:






The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over the Lazy Dog.
I feel like I’ve been preparing for this image all my life.



The internet is over, everyone can go home

It’s just as beautiful as I always imagined.


My life is complete.

Life is over as we know it

rdreamwalker:

asilookatthemoon:

The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over the Lazy Dog.

I feel like I’ve been preparing for this image all my life.

The internet is over, everyone can go home

It’s just as beautiful as I always imagined.

My life is complete.

Life is over as we know it

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August 27, 2014 / 9:18PM 196,837 notes

thetremblingofmyhand:

brispeak:

freexcitizen:

firecrackerheart:

Scooby Scooby Do-We’ve Got Some Work To Do Now..

JINKYS VELMA

I’m not even a big Scooby Doo fan but this is damn cool!

how are you not a scooby doo fan???

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August 27, 2014 / 9:17PM 51,958 notes

j6q:

I have been waiting for the day this showed up on Tumblr.

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August 27, 2014 / 9:14PM 164,465 notes

yoncehaunted:

*SHOUTING TO THE HEAVENS*

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August 25, 2014 / 6:56PM 182,501 notes

siouxzie-queue:

mi-shellvp:

estasfuera:

“A little bit of Monica in my life,A little bit of Erica by my side,A little bit of Rita is all I need,A little bit of Tina is what I see,A little bit of Sandra in the sun,A little bit of Mary all night long,A little bit of Jessica, here I am…”

If you don’t know this reference, you’re definitely too young for me. 

You know you sang it in your head.

siouxzie-queue:

mi-shellvp:

estasfuera:

“A little bit of Monica in my life,
A little bit of Erica by my side,
A little bit of Rita is all I need,
A little bit of Tina is what I see,
A little bit of Sandra in the sun,
A little bit of Mary all night long,
A little bit of Jessica, here I am…”

If you don’t know this reference, you’re definitely too young for me. 

You know you sang it in your head.

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August 21, 2014 / 5:54PM 15,061 notes

You go, girls.

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August 21, 2014 / 5:53PM 167,190 notes

thejunglenook:

khaleesri:

"no homo" I whisper as I look at my garden of pea plants. The progeny had expressed a 1:2:1 ratio of phenotypes. I am Gregor Mendel. 

This joke is lethal

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August 20, 2014 / 11:18PM 26,470 notes

staff:

supersmashthestatebros:

image

hmmmm yeah, tumblr would celebrate Aviation Day, marking barely over a century of human flight when birds had been flying for millions of years before the Wright brothers. never forget.

Tumblr hereby recognizes the accomplishments of birds. 

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August 19, 2014 / 8:10PM 24,473 notes

Jewellery and Gifts Inspired by Classic Works of Literature by Literary Emporium

Source: Literary Emporium

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August 14, 2014 / 4:23PM 13,159 notes

ayyyoakley:

Tyler Oakley + Mean Girls

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August 13, 2014 / 8:30PM 63,207 notes

This is pretty much exactly what happens when I got see Beaumont and Monroe

This is pretty much exactly what happens when I got see Beaumont and Monroe

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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Walt Whitman (via ventrice1221)

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