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17 Aug 14 at 11 am

rushahead:

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rushahead:

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raggediandi:

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when you yell “puppy!” at a lil doge and they get happy and wag their lil tail like “yess!! i am a puppy!! a baby dog!!! thank you!!!!!!”

When you yell “puppy!!!!” At an old doge and they wag their tail and get all happy like “yes I am still a little doge thank you for noticing! !”

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17 Aug 14 at 10 am

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17 Aug 14 at 10 am

susiediamonds:

Adventureland (Greg Mottola, 2009)

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"Semi-Charmed Life"
Third Eye Blind
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17 Aug 14 at 10 am

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violet-blossoms:

a vintage post of the Harry Potter guys. perfect.

this is perfect

Forever reblog.

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17teapots:


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violet-blossoms:

a vintage post of the Harry Potter guys. perfect.

this is perfect

Forever reblog.

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17 Aug 14 at 10 am

three questions | Caitlyn Siehl  (via amytakesatumblr)

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"My mother tells me that when I meet someone I like, I have to ask them three questions: 1. what are you afraid of? 2. do you like dogs? 3. what do you do when it rains? of those three, she says the first one is the most important. “They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.” I met you on a Sunday, right after church. one look and my heart fell into my stomach like a trap door. on our second date, I asked you what you were afraid of. “spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.” I asked you if you liked dogs. “I have three.” I asked you what you do when it rains. “sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.” he smiled like he knew. like his mom told him the same thing. “how about you?” me? I’m scared of everything. of the hole in the o-zone layer, of the lady next door who never smiles at her dog, and especially of all the secrets the government must be breaking it’s back trying to keep from us. I love dogs so much, you have no idea. I sleep when it rains. I want to tell everyone I love them. I want to find every stray animal and bring them home. I want to wake up in your hair and make you shitty coffee and kiss your neck and draw silly stick figures of us. I never want to ask anyone else these questions ever again."