Always touch the nice butts.

HI I'm Steph, 16, Illinois. I love SHOWS AND BANDS.

effses:

HOW ANGRY DO YOU HAVE TO BE, THOUGH

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ivantalia:

baegal:

When you’re almost dead in a game but somehow you managed to survive until the next level

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jaclcfrost:

faygofuckyourself:

jaclcfrost:

if magic isn’t real then how do you explain

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It hardens because the chocolate cools on the cold ice cream. Put a bottle in the fridge and wait. It’ll be a hunk of chocolate

no i’m pretty sure it’s magic it even says “magic” on the bottle and it’s got a snazzy turtle in a hat a magician would wear with a magic wand

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iraffiruse:

The potatoes have escaped

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maravilhanaervilha:

OMG I CANT STOP LAUGHING
  • friend: you hung out with him? so what happened?
  • *i stare at her for a few seconds in silence*
  • friend: BITCH
  • me: BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
  • friend: BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • me: BItCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

pr1nceshawn:

Masculine Ways to Do Feminine Things by Dave Mercier.

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fruity-toops:

the next person i start dating will receive this picture

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and no explanation

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panic-at-the-blog:

it’s nine in the afternoon

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you’re eyes are the size of the moon

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harzilla:

fallen-angel-with-a-shotgun:

dajo42:

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior.  I had a real sword with me, too.  I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion.  Some woman walks by, with her little girl.  The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight.  But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.”  You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?”    And the girl looked around and saw me.  I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood.  So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?”  And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating.  Like she thinks I’m going to say no.  So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her.  And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.”  I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.

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