---> Unapologetic Weirdo

dimma-dont:

when one of your favorite characters in a book dies and you just

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espybounce:

lepreas:

framesjanco:

wine tastes so bad. I’m convinced the whole world is in on an inside joke together trying to persuade me that wine tastes good to them. there’s no way any one can like the taste of it. it’s like bug spray. the whole frickin world pretends to like bug spray. I don’t understand why. stop the madness

wine is an acquired taste. if you don’t like it, acquire some taste

stucky-barnes:

what about when bucky joins the avengers and he’s back to his old overprotective boyfriend self and is always keeping an eye out for steve on missions

like he’ll perch up on the tops of buildings with his sharpshooter and gun down every baddy before they get a chance to come within five feet of steve

and steve just yells up to wherever he thinks the rain of bullets is coming from and is like “let me hit SOMEONE bucky!”

toramorigan:

ashazzminscreed:

omfgcate:

dqdbpb:

we’re halfway thru april, u know what tht means?

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#ITS GONNA BE MAY

HOW DOES THIS MAKE ME LAUGH EVERY FUCKING YEAR!?

Fkdkskgoskhlskosofksbshajakak holy shit

lindsaylohoean:

when parents make sex jokes around you thinking you don’t get itimage

allwaswell-759:

So my older brother was in a book store and picked up a book about the difficulties faced by same sex parents in society today when a woman came up and bitched him out for being “too young to be reading a book about THAT sort of people.” He saw that she was carrying the third Hunger Games Book so he stared her dead in the eyes and hissed “Prim dies.” and walked away and I have never been prouder to have him as my sibling.

"As long as everyone plays their parts…"

Right.

Because that worked out OH SO WELL with the original script.

decibelsandpaperbacks:

This week on Tumblr:

It’s a metaphor. You’re a metaphor. I’m a metaphor. Your keybord is a metaphor. Everything is a metaphor. The universe is turning into one giant metaphor on a molecular scale. Run. It’s too late.

sometimesyoureyoung:

spoken-not-written:

the next time you think you’re lonely, just remember you have about 25 billion white blood cells in your body protecting your sorry little ass with their life. you have 25 billion friends who would die for you. no need for tears.

I actually needed that.