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Yo! I'm Hannah and I like stuff.
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Reblogged from asian

asian:

asian:

so im shopping for make up for the girlfriend bc valentines day and holy fuck how do you girls afford this shit

$80 for eye shadow???

is it made out of unicorn shit

what is naked 3

why is it called naked

will it make her look naked

why is it $50

that’s 50 cheese burgers

i can’t deal with make up good bye

(via pizza)

Reblogged from grawly

grawly:

dont even ask just put your mind in a suspension of disbelief and click play

(via dreamerofderse)

Reblogged from stigmartyr762
silversora:

"Dave.."
"Fuck off Shaun I am taking a picture."
"DAVE."

silversora:

"Dave.."

"Fuck off Shaun I am taking a picture."

"DAVE."

(Source: stigmartyr762, via pizza)

Reblogged from croutoncat

croutoncat:

people who randomly decide to compliment you are so important

(via jagerbombastic)

Reblogged from rebuy

telapathetic:

  hi:

rebuy:

imagine someone shouting your url at you across the street.. 

it happened like 3 times today :/

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Reblogged from carrionboy

fun123joker:

carrionboy:

tights inspired by various fandoms. what i learned from doing this: masking on illustrator is a real bitch.

fire stock (k project tights) by danf83stock

galaxy stock (wtnv tights) by hameed

desert stock (wtnv tights) by neverfading-stock

cloud stock (wtnv tights) by nataly-stock

GIVE ME ALL OF THEM

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Reblogged from jenarcherwood
death-the-pale-horseman:

jaackles:

tardis-mind-palace:

chainedtoacomet:

When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday. 
He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.
He eats every deep fried concoction possible.
When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.
Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.
“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”
Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.
Dean takes the bag, mystified.
“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.

did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels

#And Dean turns back and walks back into the gates#He treks up an inclined road until it flattens and curves around#When he reaches his heaven Dean raises a free hand above his head and yells #’SAM#CAS #LOOKIT! PIE!’ (x)

death-the-pale-horseman:

jaackles:

tardis-mind-palace:

chainedtoacomet:

When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday. 

He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.

He eats every deep fried concoction possible.

When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.

Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.

“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”

Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.

Dean takes the bag, mystified.

“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.

did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels

   (x)

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(Source: jenarcherwood, via killedmycatatemytailor)

Reblogged from tittily

tittily:

tittily:

are you guys really going to make me blacklist the word ‘metaphor’ are you really

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i hate everything u choose to be

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Reblogged from zggamarchive

littlestwayne:

Trixie Tang breaking down the fundamentals of equality and gender roles

(Source: zggamarchive, via t-h-a-t-f-a-n-g-i-r-l)

Reblogged from epic-chair

Spirited Away | Rain

(Source: epic-chair, via thatblogwedontliketothinkabout)