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wiki-the-avatartimelord:

HE DOESN’T EVEN LOOK ASHAMED

HE’S JUST LIKE
YEA, THAT’S ME, I DO THAT

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  1. Camera: Samsung GT-I9505
  2. Aperture: f/2.2
  3. Exposure: 1/17th
  4. Focal Length: 4mm

lionnqueen:

literally me omg

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"But what I wanted to say is this: After the period of melancholy is over you will be stronger than before, you will recover your health, & you will find the scenery round you so beautiful that you will want nothing but paint."

Vincent van Gogh (via wordsnquotes)

Legit though

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tastefullyoffensive:

Mother cat gives her kittens a fighting lesson. [x]

frenchdad:

he wants it
frenchdad:

he wants it
frenchdad:

he wants it
frenchdad:

he wants it

frenchdad:

he wants it

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jetn:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

*prepares party popper*


*nervously shakes the party popper*


*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*


*has a wonderful night with the party popper*


*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck

jetn:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

*prepares party popper*

*nervously shakes the party popper*

*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*

*has a wonderful night with the party popper*

*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.

Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.

"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck

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momcrotch:

sometimes when I’m sad I watch the “eat my shit” scene from The Help and my day is 20x better

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Anonymous Asked
QuestionAre you still taking prompts? Write something about addiction but have a strong nature theme. Like stuff about knotted roots, lots of rain, leaves. All that. Answer

green-light-on-the-dock:

Hopefully this is sort of what you’re looking for…it’s not very good, but hey. 

Reliant on the rain drops,
the steady rhythm upon the sidewalk
feels like codeine in my veins. 
The rolling black clouds
hover above,
casting a euphoric shadow
on the world. 
Lighting flashes,
maybe a hallucination. 
It ignites the fire in my heart
and I feast on the splashing of the rain
as it lands upon my flesh. 
If all of this is the drug, 
then I don’t want the high to end. 
I’m addicted to the storm. 

galadrielles:

Hands, softer than he had been expecting, touched Harry’s face, pulled back an eyelid, crept beneath his shirt, down to his chest, and felt his heart. He could feel the woman’s fast breathing, her long hair tickled his face. He knew that she could feel the steady pounding of life against his ribs.

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Harry Potter Challenge: The character they butchered the most in the movies: Ginny Weasley

“Yeah, size is no guarantee of power,” said George. “Look at Ginny.”

“What d’you mean?” said Harry.

“You’ve never been on the receiving end of one of her Bat-Bogey Hexes, have you?”