Through wasted tears and petty fears you’ve put up with my shit since day one.
my most prized possession is a holographic image of jesus that i have
where he blinks when you move him
and if you angle it right he’ll wink
oohhhh jesus you saucy devil you
Oh my god I can’t breathe omfg
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Just a tad awkward…
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my goddamn grandfather comes around and writes shopping lists like this like is that really fucking necessary goddamn calligraphers
why is your grandfather buying eyeliner
my grandfather is a fabulous motherfucker
YPU GO GRANDPA YOU GO!!
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this photograph intrigues me so much! why isn’t this the most famous photo from 9/11 instead of the falling man? isn’t 2 people holding hands after jumping more significant than 1 man? it makes me wonder what the story is behind this photo, were they friends or lovers? or just strangers who were too scared to jump alone? it shows that people need a helping hand even in their final moments, i love it.
Fucking reblog today; tomorrow. Any day I see it on my dash. Beautiful. I for one think they were strangers. Sometimes it’s easier to care for a stranger, how else would they have found the courage to not only jump, but to look into someone’s eyes and jump. I don’t think I could have done that if I knew the person well.
*tries not to cry*
Sit down. Try not to cry. Cry a lot.
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I have sloth socks. The fuck you gonna do about it?
NEED
Give. Me. Your. Socks. Please.
when i was younger i was really emotionally attached to my tamagotchi, and i refused to go to school without them, so my 43 year old dad had to learn the ropes and he took them to work and cared for them and thats why i love my dad
Best. Dad. Ever.
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