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lumoblaze:

crateshya:

themariobrosdotnet:

Water in the air captured at just the right timing to look like Mario jumping. What were the odds.

Don’t you mean water the odds

no

lumoblaze:

crateshya:

themariobrosdotnet:

Water in the air captured at just the right timing to look like Mario jumping. What were the odds.

Don’t you mean water the odds

no

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kanaya-in-the-tardis:

deranged-baby:

OMFG THE BROWN ONE HAS ANGRY EYEBROWS

"Yes this is my deer friend. Deer friend is pretty like snow. You hurt deer friend I will hurt you."

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howunpleasant:

friday at school i heard some girl in the hall way scream “FOR THE LAST TIME BITCH IM LESBIAN IM NOT TRYING TO STEAL YOUR BOYFRIEND HE SMELLS LIKE KETCHUP ANYWAYS”

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stfueverything:

ppgfreak85:

One of the BEST ad campaigns about representation I have seen.

Everyone has a backbone. Use yours.

I can’t possibly love this enough

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viridian-genesis:

idloveyoutocome:

walk up in the club like “Harriet Jones, former Prime Minister”

 

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It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

(Source: dragonslaeyr, via owlramblings)

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