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broadway-aradia:

i really want to carry a torch in a cave just like one time

(Source: seven-lilies)


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saracastically:

tiled transparent fox background, free for your use!just please don’t repost, and link back to me if you’re feeling it c:(terms of use)

saracastically:

tiled transparent fox background, free for your use!
just please don’t repost, and link back to me if you’re feeling it c:
(terms of use)


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roachpatrol:

soloontherocks:

jackthevulture:

IM SCREAMIBG WITH LAUGHTER THESE GIRLS ARE MY HEROES

SHOTS FUCKING FIRED

For anyone not familiar with how modern country sounds, these girls are calling out ACTUAL songs like making blatant references to ACTUAL lyrics from other songs on the radio.

And its fucking FLAWLESS OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING.

One of the reasons I stopped listening to country was, when I was a kid, the radio was full of songs by women and songs that talked about women like they were actual people.

Now so many of the songs dont give women a personality, just describe things about them like their legs, their lips, how they look in your truck. Its just SO much objectification.

My sister just showed me this and its ADSFHASDFKLLKFH she even said she heard it on the radio im so happy

"I aint your tan legged juliet" IM SCREECHING

I might be in love please send help

I’ll take a slice of mister overall cheesecake tho this is so fucking charming


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quietvevo:

crumpetseeds:

youre-such-a-heavenly-view:

therothwoman:

helllabovee:

itsbr1ttanybitch:

EVERYTIME IT’S ON MY DASHBOARD I WATCH IT AND CRY BEST VIDEO

ITS BACK THANK YOU GOD

This video is a gift.

I want what she’s having.

it’s always better than i remember it

Whenever I try and explain this to my friends I always fail.

(Source: nevereverbeensosatisfied)


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jumpingjacktrash:

roachpatrol:

roachpatrol:

"i don’t really have depression, i’m actually just a lazy piece of shit" : a conclusion you come to pretty much weekly when you have depression

i want to get everyone who reblogged this post together into one room and then hug em 

you are a good person.


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cutekittensarefun:

My sister’s calico, Minnie enjoying the colourful evening sun!

cutekittensarefun:

My sister’s calico, Minnie enjoying the colourful evening sun!


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iTunes - Podcasts - The Drabblecast Audio Fiction Podcast by Norm Sherman ↗

If you like Welcome to Night Vale, you will probably enjoy this episode of The Drabblecast. It features a short story called “To Whatever” that is very Night Vale. Also a couple other shorter stories that are very good.



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softowl:

1 post + putting the images in this tag because andrew wont tag them himself :B

image

SOURCE


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iluvatardis:

polyamorousmisanthrope:

valkyriestrikeofthelashatterdome:

gotterdammerungs:

                             (x)

And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did… 

(Source: jamesfrancos)


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r0hel:

my friend requested Kanaya

r0hel:

my friend requested Kanaya


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traceexcalibur:

so like is it even possible to put Natalie Dormer in a show and not have her every interaction with another woman dripping with lesbian subtext

why would anyone ever want that