elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:
When I was in fifth grade I realized I liked girls but I was like “that’s a problem for another day” and literally forgot about it and then in like eleventh grade I was like “oh my god”
YOU PROCRASTINATED REALIZING YOUR SEXUALITY THAT’S IT YOU WIN YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF THE PROCRASTINATORS i bow to you
(via lgbtlaughs)
(via inner-look)
in 7 years its going to be the 20s again so we can bring back swing music and the aesthetics of that era but keep modern values who’s with me
(via a-bronze-case-of-emotion)
oh god.
We’re that bad, huh?
Neopets.
Did you do the thing, Neopets?
Tell me the truth, Neopets.
(via possum-of-lannister)
so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night
you guys think I’m joking??
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(via lesbian-a-la-mode)
for the 3 people who asked for a sex poem…we’re starting off mild.
i thought i knew what fire felt like
until i experienced
one of your tastebuds
brushing the inside of my thigh
reblogging this months later because actually though
😮 ok morgan i c u
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(via d3ssins)
Well, I actually sort of kind of finished something for once.
Have you ever felt like a comma in someone’s life? I know that’s weird to say but sometimes I feel like my only purpose in a persons life is to be a speed bump or a temporary distraction from their story. I don’t know, I just wish for once I could be a part of the story and not play such an insignificant role, you know? I don’t want to be the break between situations. I want to be what keeps you reading and hoping for a happy ending.
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