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escapedgoat:


Jay Z thanking the friendly park ranger for rescuing his wife from that pond.

escapedgoat:

Jay Z thanking the friendly park ranger for rescuing his wife from that pond.

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phleps:

theirye’re* 

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slutfang:

finally my child can safely ram her fucking head into a doorknob this is what the future is all about what a time to be alive 

slutfang:

finally my child can safely ram her fucking head into a doorknob this is what the future is all about what a time to be alive 

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wearesorryfortheinconvenience:

wearesorryfortheinconvenience:

my friend is CONVINCED he is the one who brought on post limit. a few years ago he was reblogging a single picture as fast as he could as many times as he could and then the server crashed and ever since then people started hitting a post limit

its his fault we go through this

if you were wondering this is the image image

bUT IDK MAN I THINK THERE IS PLENTY OF FUCKIN REASON TO BE UPSET

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chilled:

nudqe:

"white people can’t danc-"

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"white people can’t twer-"

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Whenever I feel sad for no apparent reason, I take a really hot shower. And when I say hot, I mean scorching. So hot that it burns me and I can’t stop because it relieves me more than it pains me. Even when I can’t breathe anymore from the steam clinging to my lungs, I continue showering, because for some strange reason, hurting myself temporarily calms me, and for a moment, none of my problems are real anymore. It’s like my brain stops working and the world becomes some kind of a magical place where nothing can be wrong ever again. Not even when I start feeling lightheaded do I want to stop, but I know I have to, so I do. And I feel better. I’m weak in my knees and my brain is not functioning properly, but somehow I’m better than before. And I know I can do it. Sure, I don’t know what it is exactly that I can do, but I just know I can.