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→Just movie gifsets: I made this sideblog and you should look at it.

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You remind me of someone. Someone who died.

doctor who   pretty  

rowanandphoenixfeather:

one of my roommates used to work with 5th graders in a creative writing class thing and they had to write a romance and most of the kids wrote stories about princesses and crap but this one little girl wrote about how a marshmallow fell in love with a mug of cocoa and he loved the cocoa so much that in order to be with her he melted and died like wow kid that’s some shakespearian shit right there

badwollf:

Ten + text posts

kaniethiio:

"sexuality is a choice"

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"women wouldn’t get raped if they didn’t wear revealing clothes"

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"there are only two genders"

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"i’m not trying to be sexist/racist, but.."

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"a/bi/pansexuality isn’t real"

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"gay people shouldn’t have children"

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"i don’t want to be friends with a gay person, they could hit on me"

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"you can’t identify with the gender you want to be, only the one you were born with"

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au: gossip girl + the hunger games
Blood stains differently than dye, than ink. It’s warm on Dan’s hands.

damedonger:

accomplishment: making a cat sound at a cat and the cat makes a cat sound back

peetacobell:

And to us, we’re more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.

Dascha Polanco attends the 2014 NCLR ALMA Awards at Pasadena Civic Auditorium on October 10, 2014 in Pasadena, California.

nooooooo   selfie  

someone on tumblr follows 12 blogs well

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me too man

The very first time I saw you Harry, I recognised you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They’re your mother Lily’s. Oh yes, I knew her. Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves. Your father, James, however, had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumour has it, he passed onto you. You’re more like them than you know, Harry. In time you’ll come to see just how much.

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