jaclcfrost:

and when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for awhile. because you’re evil. and you smiling like that generally doesn’t indicate anything good. i wouldn’t even call that smiling. it’s more like. smirking

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mr-radical:

i just remembered that utter nonsense of trying to find feebas in gen 3, how he would only appear on 6 specific randomized tiles on that one long ass river route that changed at random depending on the trendy phrase in dewford town and there was no way of knowing which 6 of the almost 300 tiles of water he would appear on so you just had to fish on every tile until you found him. it was so asinine. god. i hope it’s still like that in the ORAS remakes.

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(Source: everyteenager4free)

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My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
Unknown (via fuckinq)

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jayda95:

all-because-we-fell-in-love:

floozys:

vagina’s are able to stretch wide enough to give birth to a fucking baby and then return to it’s original size but of course being penetrated by that grass blade you call a penis is what’s going to make it “loose”

Uhh. The baby doesnt come out of where the penis goes in…

stay in school y’all

(Reblogged from rondickles)
cacnea:

my new life motto tbh

cacnea:

my new life motto tbh

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I just want to point out one thing here: When was the last the bear kissed the chicken in a teen romance? Ever? Has it happened ever? I seriously think it might not have happened ever.

(Source: outofcontextarthur)

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raptorific:

Shakespeare would seriously laugh so hard if he found out how seriously people take his works. Like, he would probably cry from laughing so hard if you told him that his plays were considered high-brow literature. “It’s all dick jokes and sword fights,” he’d say, “do they seriously tell my dick jokes to schoolchildren? And the kids aren’t allowed to laugh? Do the teachers know they’re telling dick jokes? Oh my god that’s fucking hilarious. Wait until I tell Anne.”

(Reblogged from kripacs-deactivated20140701)