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Tue, 21 May 2013 06:40:46 +0900

friendlycloud: hitlervevo: why the fuck cant we text the police lets say there is a murderer in ur...

Tue, 21 May 2013 06:27:58 +0900

hitlervevo:

why the fuck cant we text the police

lets say there is a murderer in ur house and you’re hiding behind your sofa and you do have your phone with you but you can’t call the police because the murderer might hear you

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i-o-u-an-assbutt: iamaproudsuperwholockian: counting-to-one-hundred: APPARENTLY ACCORDING TO CBC...

Tue, 21 May 2013 06:25:13 +0900

i-o-u-an-assbutt:

iamaproudsuperwholockian:

counting-to-one-hundred:

APPARENTLY ACCORDING TO CBC NEWS TUMBLR IS KNOWN FOR “Foul language and nude photos”

REALLY? THATS ALL? WHY NOT THE AMAZING ARTISTS? THE SOCIAL JUSTICE? EVEN THE PHOTOGRAPHS ON THE SO CALLED “HIPSTER BLOGS”

WE ARE MORE THAN JUST FOUL LANGUAGE AND NUDE PHOTOS. WE ARE SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT

Are we?

yes we fucking are now shut your dirty whore mouth you lil shit

lunartes: please don’t hold me responsible for anything i said or did from the years 2006-2010

Tue, 21 May 2013 06:22:42 +0900

lunartes:

please don’t hold me responsible for anything i said or did from the years 2006-2010

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Tue, 21 May 2013 06:22:36 +0900

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Tue, 21 May 2013 06:18:29 +0900

saridxcxoxoprincess: gentlemanexhibitionist: naughty-angel4you:...

Tue, 21 May 2013 06:16:42 +0900

saridxcxoxoprincess:

gentlemanexhibitionist:

naughty-angel4you:

cindersk:

Hmmm….

Well, this is certainly unsettling.

Potentially a very bad thing, if I can’t use tumblr as an outlet for my pent up desires

Times are a changin’.

Wonder as creators of tumblr, you and I, despite not being employees, sniff a cent of the purchase. (I know…no). Tumblrs main page states something along the lines about the worlds creators.

We creators that allow tumblr to get venture capital money and then sell for 1.1B. Cool huh.

We shall see what happens in the coming months.
Maybe more emoticons…
Maybe an instant messaging system?
Maybe an address book of sorts?

Remember everyone, it’s just business.

Guys, I’m crying. Seriously crying. Tumblr…you will be missed

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Tue, 21 May 2013 06:15:30 +0900

narryflirt: “30% of “directioners” think ‘natural Louis’ is...

Tue, 21 May 2013 06:15:05 +0900

narryflirt:

“30% of “directioners” think ‘natural Louis’ is unattractive and won’t reblog this…” ~ some shit blog

he is fucking beautiful.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 10:18:57 +0900

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Mon, 20 May 2013 09:38:20 +0900

liddohsav: revolutionaryriots: “The music is played with the...

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:37:46 +0900

liddohsav:

revolutionaryriots:

“The music is played with the heart and is felt with the soul”

This is a picture of a brazilian kid who was part of the “cultural group of reggae”, playing his instrument in the funeral of his mentor who saved him from an environment of poverty and crime. He was rescued from the street.

can’t not reblog.

cakeismyeverything: mangums: It has been an honour...

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:37:27 +0900

cakeismyeverything:

mangums:

It has been an honour procrastinating with you all.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 09:32:01 +0900

faggotwbu: supjoeey: mean-qirls: fapterbate: reblog the...

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:31:16 +0900

faggotwbu:

supjoeey:

mean-qirls:

fapterbate:

reblog the creator

that just sold us

and betrayed us.

and made me cry.

words-and-reality: Click here for more personal!

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:30:55 +0900

words-and-reality:

Click here for more personal!

purebeachboho: zerenitea: It will take just 37 seconds to read...

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:25:16 +0900

purebeachboho:

zerenitea:

It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.

Share it with friends and tag them so the cycle continues … Do not keep this letter … You could change a life too

-> i was literally crying reading this :’(

this is beautiful <3

sleepless-daydreamss: haurlds: If boys can love the fat that make up your boobs, they can love the...

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:08:49 +0900

sleepless-daydreamss:

haurlds:

If boys can love the fat that make up your boobs, they can love the fat on your tummy too.

OMG. THIS.