screamandshout:

when you try to tell a joke but nobody gets it

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bekkaa:

fuckoffdarren:

itsrainingrene:

if i die resurrect me with this video

if you want to retain your hemsworth-like fantasies of what aussie guys are like, don’t watch this video

im thinking about emailing this to my old ap enviro sci teacher, who was from australia, just for kicks

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gothamswhore:

bamashark:

rlywrmn:

andheavenwaits:

inner—utopia:

Bless that one person in every group that is like “keep going, I’m listening” and encourages you to finish your story even when everyone else is talking over you.

BLESS THAT PERSON SO HARD.

yesss

I try so hard to be that person.

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Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.

Another Piece About You (via brennanat)
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imthedad:

hockey is more enjoyable if you pretend they’re fighting over the world’s last oreo

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Only a bad musician blames their instument

My music teacher, when I said I couldn’t play because my recorder was broken. It was literally in two pieces. (via pandyssian)
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dank-hill:

communismkills:

P.S. The real world isn’t going to accommodate you and your “comfort.” When you get off Tumblr, there aren’t any trigger warnings. Wearing a nametag with your “gender identity” on it would be absolutely laughable. You’ll have to learn to be an adult and deal with people without being psychotic and wishing death on them.

SO MUCH TRUTH IT HURTS. THANK YOU FOR THIS.

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vinebox:

Relationship goals

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