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knope4pope:

if i was a teacher i’d play this everytime a student was right

(via amandarising)

Ugh my facial hair has a gap in it where no hair grows right on my jawline and it looks so stupid when I have stubble that I have no choice but to be clean-shaven every single day :(

oomshi:

if you wouldn’t suck a dick for one million dollars you are lYINGg

(via hotboyproblems)

mymodernmet:

Greg Klassen is a furniture maker in the Pacific Northwest who finds inspiration in its landscape and translates that into his work. His River Collection features gorgeous, reclaimed wood tables that are embedded with beautiful glass rivers.

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I’ve forgotten most of the detail from my dream/dreams last night, but here goes.

In the first part I was in some kind of battle between two groups. We were in a garden about the size of a football field with quite a lot of trees and bushes dotted around for cover. I had an AK-47 and I took out a bunch of the enemies from my cover - it felt like playing Call of Duty with the crosshairs and stuff. I have a feeling that I knew the enemy. Then I was sneaking around the trees and things, getting closer, and my AK-47 was out of bullets, so I suddenly had a strange gun that had big bullets lined up in two rows along the top of the barrel. I had to put the bullets in the chamber and sometimes it jammed so I had to eject the bullet and but it back in. I took out a couple more, then I came across Colton Haynes who was one of my friends but seriously injured. He was lying on his belly on top of a car with his head and arms hanging off the side. He was crying and asked me to spare him the pain. So I tried to shoot him but the gun didn’t work. I had to pick up a kitchen knife that I found on the floor and cut his throat.

In the second part I was at some kind of big event in the middle of a city. I needed to go to the bathroom, and there was a kind of shallow, open ramp down into the ground, at the bottom of which loads of people were peeing illegally but obviously. I decided against it and my friend JJ and I went and found a nice bathroom a little way away amongst some trees.

The next part of the dream that I remember started at my university in Birmingham. For some reason I had to get to the Mathematics building but I had to ask someone where it was. Then I was in some kind of vehicle and someone announced that the Earth had been sold for $4 billion dollars to an alien, and I decided the deal needed to be stopped. At this point for a moment it was like I was watching the whole thing on a TV and the progress bar said we were about a quarter of the way in. Anyway, I was driving and Crowley from Supernatural told me to meet him somewhere to help me. I turned left into a car park but I didn’t want to pay so I parked just outside, collected something, and then went to meet Crowley in a café or something.

I’m pretty sure I missed some stuff but even just from what I can remember, it was a pretty fucked up dream!

Me: Okay, it's 5am, so this episode will be the last episode for tonight.
Episode: *ends on cliff hanger*
Me: *deep, long sigh*
Me:
Me:
Me: Dammit *clicks next episode*

camiekahle:

ageotropic:

youjustwaitandsee:

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Okay… That’s it… I think I’m going to set this as my alarm on my phone so I can feel like I’m waking up in heaven on a daily basis.

There’s just something about children’s choirs.

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blackhaiirstyles:

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shanellbklyn:

iwriteaboutfeminism:

Darren Wilson supporters are the literal worst. 

this is sick

no, the supporters of Darren WIlson aren’t the worst, they are the average, that is what should concern you. These are the average thoughts of average white people toward the average Black body. Black bodies are put on trial for their own murders. 

Let’s not forget what’s happening.

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