Why am I here, Again?♛

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oppa-homeless-style:

akamxru:

the only good thing voltron has done for my life is given me a different less shameful character to think about when i listen to blue lips by regina spektor

go back to your room and think about Equius

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ina-gartens-weave:

wanderthewoods:

“Ice Cave” by Georgia O’Keeffe and a photograph of an ice cave.

yeah Georgia? that’s an ice cave ? that’s a god damn ice cave? that’s the only thing you intended to paint? that’s it? just an ice cave?

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stephanemiroux:

gaypussyretard:

ralisedarys:

ralisedarys:

happy new year dont forget bloodmoon This Momth.

we are off to a GREAT start

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leeviathans:

Thanks @staff & @support for doing such a great job eliminating the inappropriate content on this site!!!

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rosedyke:

mistressdratha:

7andaswitch-blade:

bidoof:

new style: cowboy from the waist up, goth from the waist down

reach out touch faith

blackwatch mccree

ur-friendly-local-memer:

marzipanandminutiae:

little-niggah-sugar:

hi-def-doritos:

amityravenclawelf:

dragonpuppies:

Elizabethan Peasant 1: Look yonder! Someone has writ upon that ceiling that thou art most easily gulled!

Elizabethan Peasant 2: More fool they, for I cannot read.

Elizabethan Peasant 1: *sighing, lowers his visage unto his palm*

Elizabethan Peasant 1: Lo, hast thou learned to read?

Elizabethan Peasant 2: Verily, and to compose as well.

Elizabethan Peasant 1: With haste, then, how is the word “i cup” composed?

Elizabethan Peasant 1: what ho, I know a sporting jest! What art thou when thou art a peasant and art occupied in a privy?

Elizabethan Peasant 2: I wist not, but certain am I that thou shalt tell me speedily.

Elizabethan Peasant 1: Most verily, thou art a peon.

Elizabethan Child: Father, I have not yet broken fast and am filled with pangs of hunger.

Elizabethan Father: Hail, Filled With Pangs Of Hunger! Mine own name is Wybert.

Elizabethan Scholar 1: Alack, I have in my purse but sixty-nine pence.

Elizabethan Scholar 2: Lusty fellow, knowst thou well what such a sum portends!

Elizabethan Scholar 1: I…I have not sufficient to sup on fowl.

Elizabethan Scholar 1: Mine name is verily Micheal with a ‘b’, and I hast been afraid of insects mine entire life.

Elizabethan Scholar 2: Cease cease cease. Wither is the bee?

Elizabethan Scholar 1: Thither is a bee?

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sonypraystation:

slavery:

is it beef?

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hotellesbian:

mama pasta looks so kind

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