Imagine a concert venue with trampolines for floors omg
how many fucking hints do i need to give out for someone to realize that i’m not okay with something
Why is it that guys seem to always cut their hair when it has reached it’s most attractive length?!?
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It’s not “bacon,” it’s a pig.
It’s not “veal,” it’s a calf.
It’s not “steak,” it’s a cow.
It’s not “meat,” it’s an animal…
its not “fruit”, its dividing cells that accumulate fructose…
it’s not delivery. it’s digiorno.
It’s not a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
It’s not “levioSA”, it’s “leviOsa”
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I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.
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A hundred years from now when you are alone in your grave, no one will care how much money you had, what car you drove or what kind of house you lived in. The only thing that will matter then will be your righteous deeds.
i am me. just a simple girl with simple life.
don't know how to write but tumblr tells wut ma heart is saying.
love to reblog! ..hee!
f0llow me ^_^ and i do f0llow you back ;)
i'm not perfect. and this is me. tumblr is me ;)