A Different Kind of Moth

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littlerelle:

theheartmaid:

its-tuesday-again:

OH MY GOD I FOUND IT

the video that this gif

comes from

OH MY FUCKING GOD CAN I GET GIFS OF THE ENTIRE THING LIKE OMFG WE NEED MORE THAN JUST THE BEGINNING

This man and his dance studio is everything.

larabarakara:

I was studying in my room, turned around to grab something and saw this.

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So, basically, this is not my cat. 

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But she’s all like chillin’ in my bed like she pays rent or smth.

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 How the fuck did she even got into the freaking house. 

(via mercurialmiscreant)

sosuperawesome:

Glow in the Dark Solar System Apparel by makeitgoodpdx

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tastefullyoffensive:

How October Jones Passes Time on the Train


Related: Subway Snapchat Art

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asieybarbie:

cleopatrasweave:

i drew a bunch of elves of color!!

wow wow WOW. ya’ll please go follow this artist, her work is AMAZEEE.

(via theinfamousz)

flyichiro:

the other day we were discussing dating and this one dude was like “I don’t see the big deal why can’t people just ask people out without all the fuss” and another guy was like “well you get nervous and you get butterflies in your stomach ya know” and the first dude looked the other dude straight in the eye and said “DIGEST THEM.”

(via lovelylittleleeches)

f-e-f-e-t-a-c-a-k-e-s:

youphoric:

humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars

this is my favorite post

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burninginmordor:

sordifool:

by: CaptBexx

http://captbexx.deviantart.com/

I ship it my child

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"

People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.

But sometimes
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up

And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.

"

- On Missing Them, Rosie Scanlan (via wethinkwedream)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via faunprints)

correplatanito:

No tiene pomos. ¿Con qué esperas que me enganche los bolsillos al ir corriendo por los pasillos?

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sirui:

bunnyfood:

(via x)

its all true

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