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Bell Ringer of The Internet

malliatates:

You Still Believe In Heroes. (N.H)

(via psychotheory)

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showstoppincockblockin:

moriar-tea:

my sister texted me this from the grocery store

Spicy

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Quotes Series:

"Who what am I? My answer: 
I am the sum total of everything that went before me,
of all I have been seen done,
of everything done-to-me.
I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected
was affected by mine.
I am anything that happens after I’ve gone
which would not have happened if I had not come.
Nor am I particularly exceptional in this matter;
each "I," every one of the now-six-hundred-million-plus of us,
contains a similar multitude.

I repeat for the last time:
to understand me, you’ll have to swallow a world."
-Saleem Sinai, Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie

(via everyonelovesrobots)

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I’m a screw up. And I plan to be a screw up until my late twenties, maybe even my early thirties.

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"I’m going to speak from the heart for one second. Without a doubt, we’ve been a band for five years, and we have never played for a more passionate, awesome fucking audience than you. Guys, don’t … Don’t make me emotional. Brian, stop texting this is a moment. We’re going to be doing a signing, where we want to meet as many of you as fucking possible. A guy is gonna come out here in a minute and tell you where to go and what to do, but we just wanna say we fucking, fucking love you.”

(Source: amityspark, via ghostgrumps)

I’ll accept you. So come back…Noiz.

(Source: junnkou, via halloweenapologist)

accidentallyanoctopus:

True bara comes from your soul, not your muscles. 

(Source: transmasculinebraun, via greatmastercami)

❝ A soul mate is not the person
who makes you the happiest, but the one
that makes you feel the most.
Who conducts your heart to bang the loudest,
who can drag you giggling
with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. ❞

— Sierra DeMulder, excerpt from “Unrequited Love Poem” (via psych-facts)

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cactusluv:

cactusluv:

*breaks fingers* let’s do this

I MEANT “CRACKS KNUCKLES” HOLY SHIT

(via writingphoenix)

you said it, bitch. we’re the guardians of the galaxy.

(Source: gordonlevitts, via sekra)