i don’t even wanna be your friend anymore and i already don’t miss you.

before and after coffee

nintendoki:

"i dont need feminism because—" great. wonderful. amazing. i literally do not care

absolita:

proctalgia:

when u try to tell ur friends a pun

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when ur friend likes puns

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boku-no-kurapika:

me: i love u itunes
itunes: i love u2

neptunain:

my friend was drunk last night and I tried to convince him that he paid for the new U2 album and honestly I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so upset

vriskasbby:

thriftstorewarfare:

…did…did Barbie just break the fourth wall. 

that is stacy you uncultured swine
vriskasbby:

thriftstorewarfare:

…did…did Barbie just break the fourth wall. 

that is stacy you uncultured swine

vriskasbby:

thriftstorewarfare:

…did…did Barbie just break the fourth wall. 

that is stacy you uncultured swine

thatnerdygamergirl:

doctorwhothefuckareyou:

kailivesinabox:

in french we don’t say “i love you”, we say “vous recevez une heure supplémentaire dans la piscine à balles” which roughly translates to “you are my sun, my stars, my everything” and i think that’s beautiful

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um 

c’est magnifique

neptunain:

go into a starbucks in NYC and say very loudly into your phone “this movie script is stale and trite! we need some new talent, someone with a fresh outlook” and wait

"I want to spend October with you, because it’s
my favorite month and happens during my
favorite season. I wish we could aimlessly
walk around a forest and with each leaf that
falls from the branches above, we fall a little
more for each other too. While hand in hand
we can crave the smell of warm coffee and
cinnamon muffins on a chilly morning, we
could feel the autumn breeze brush against
our skin and the goose bumps we get, we
won’t be able to tell if it’s from touching each
other’s skin or from the wind being too cool.
When we lay in bed you’d have the hardest
time moving an inch away from me, because
I’d want to be skin to skin every minute.
These lonely summer nights without you make
me crave the fall, and crave the season of
death in the hopes that maybe this loneliness
would die too, and you’d appear by my side.
I can’t tell if I love the night too dearly, or
hate it too passionately. I think I’d adore
it if I got to sleep next to you every evening,
and I think that I’d enjoy the sunset more
watching it hit your face than actually
seeing it say goodnight. I just crave to
spend time with you, I do."
i.c. // October (via delicatepoetry)