Freedom is what I long for...

samandriel:

close-to-blasphemy:

cas-get-into-my-ass:

fight-those-faeries:

is that Satan

everything about this post is actually awesome.

This post makes me happier everytime I see it.

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fictitiousfake:

J.K Rowling said that her inspiration for Hagrid came from when she was 19  in a pub in the west country and this terrifying looking guy came in with these other biker guys and the only thing he talked to J.K about was how his cabbages were getting on

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z3kro:

“Your assignment is too write a short fictional story”

“But keep it realistic, no fantasy worlds”

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10knotes:

clevermultifandomurl:

doing my nails lol text it #nails #nofilter #summer2013 #hashtag #lol #yolo

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p0ppin-tags:

unimpressedcats:

you gon eat that? 

imma eat it anyway

omg

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squldward:

hutcher-wives:

lolthefunniest:

tony-the-turtle:

prettybigwastesws:

dftbyay:

ampstock:

WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH

W H A T

IM DEAD

was that cheeto fetus 

im so confused

can someone please explain this..please 

how this doesnt have 100k yet astounds me

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serverussnape-always:

WHEN A BOOK IS JUST SO ELOQUENTLY WRITTEN AND THE CHARACTERS ARE BEAUTIFUL AND HAVE AMAZING DEVELOPMENT AND EVERYTHING IS DESCRIBED SO PERFECTLY THAT YOU CAN PICTURE IT SO FLAWLESSLY IN YOUR HEAD

AND JUST

LITERATURE

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i-am-superjohnlocked:

mrsmarymorstan:

pudus:

was it really necessary for me to be born

Possibly not, but Double Chocolate Chip Cookies aren’t necessary either but I wouldn’t want to live in a world without them!

that is the most uplifting thing i’ve read all day

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fishscalepanties:

mangochannel:

fishscalepanties:

you can drop any kind of breath mint into your bra put if you drop a tic tac you are 100% obligated to pull it out while making steely eye contact with a total stranger and whisper titty tac

wait is putting a breath mint into your bra a thing people typically do?

it says drop not store for later use

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desolve:

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.

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