bryndonovan:

I have worked at Hallmark for about 20 years total and this is probably the best card I have ever written.

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thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

HELLO FRIEND

EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE NOT CAT

YOU ARE STILL GOOD

YES

HERE

WHEN HUMANS THINK YOU ARE GOOD THEY DO THIS

AND I THINK YOU ARE GOOD

SO

(PET PET PET)

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weresinkingcaptain:

tennesseantraditions:

sexual-v0ices:

If she bites your lip when you’re kissing her , dude you better grab her butt.

you better grab her butt anyway

Always grab the butt

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She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before.
And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving.
I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this.
I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive.
Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.
Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home (via lesbian-a-la-mode)

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upgraders:

my friend did a psychology class in high school and came to my house and diagnosed my cat with depression 

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Don’t ask her to moan. Make her.
(via disvalue)

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I hate feeling useless. 


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luigl:

how do you tell a teacher that her teaching methods are fucking stupid

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this urn will turn you into a tree after you die

piddlefiggy:

rachelkiley:

spookypvssy:

wethinkwedream:

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and you can choose what kind of tree you want to become

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just imagine cemeteries looking like this

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life after death

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT

this is how all cemeteries should look. its awkward to hug a gravestone. imagine hugging your grandma/tree. ugh rebuild all cemeteries

And then the trees get chopped down to make paper. And that paper gets made into books. Because we’re all just stories in the end.

Woah

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