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her voice is full of money

my name is miranda, i'm 17 years old, i live in montreal, i like books, and i have a rabbit named anakin

Tonight, Tonight

chromeofficial:

nothing is more satisfying than someone walking right past ur hiding spot in hide and seek

darrynek:

*dips your opinion in salsa and eats it*

wanksclub:

old people are so cute like are they sleeping? are they dead? i love them

preschooler-deactivated201206:

do you think ghosts can tell if youre gay or not? like im not gay but lets say hypothetically i was watching gay porn, would my grandmas ghost see me? totally not gay just asking hypothetically

blueeyed-88:

Paul Gallagher: ‘The Weetabix kid, that’s what we called Liam. He lived on breakfast cereals. At breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner, he was either tucking into Ready Brek or Weetabix. He wouldn’t eat normal food like potatoes or meat, just Ready Brek. If he went to the cupboard and that box of Ready Brek was empty, he’d start a big inquiry.

'Who's been eating my my Ready Brek? Don't you go near it!'. He was such a fussy, whingeing type. 'I don't like my food messed with, this drink's too hot, too cold, who's been wearing my jumper, why is this t-shirt really creased?' But nothing like the fuss over his Ready Brek'

blueeyed-88:

Paul Gallagher: ‘The Weetabix kid, that’s what we called Liam. He lived on breakfast cereals. At breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner, he was either tucking into Ready Brek or Weetabix. He wouldn’t eat normal food like potatoes or meat, just Ready Brek. If he went to the cupboard and that box of Ready Brek was empty, he’d start a big inquiry.

'Who's been eating my my Ready Brek? Don't you go near it!'. He was such a fussy, whingeing type. 'I don't like my food messed with, this drink's too hot, too cold, who's been wearing my jumper, why is this t-shirt really creased?' But nothing like the fuss over his Ready Brek'

p1ants:

Oliver Tate: Ask me how deep the ocean is.

Jordana Bevan: Shut up.

Oliver Tate: Come on, just ask me.

Jordana Bevan: Why?

Oliver Tate: ‘Cause I know the answer.

Jordana Bevan: Oh! Do you?

Oliver Tate: Yes, I do.

Jordana Bevan: How deep is the ocean?

Oliver Tate: I’m not gonna say.

Jordana Bevan: I’m brokenhearted.

Oliver Tate: The ocean is six miles deep.

Jordana Bevan: Good.

Submarine, 2010

dontgiveahoot:

Spirited Away

dontgiveahoot:

Spirited Away

juilan:

See this joint? It’s a metaphor. A metaphor that’s going to get me high as fuck.

theghostofyourliess:

Men’s Rights Activists

theghostofyourliess:

Men’s Rights Activists

Fluorescent Adolescent

anchors-away-mylove:

Look how adorable my baby is. I made her bows myself.