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Bianca, 18 years old
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rowena: i'm looking over the plans
godric: yeah
rowena: what's this weird series of rooms accessible only by a hatch in a room on the right hand side of the third floor corridor
godric: oh that's for if we ever need to hide a priceless artifact for some reason
rowena: why would we hide a priceless artifact in a school
godric: safest place
rowena: fucking is it though?? there's a giant snake somewhere
[in the distance]
salazar: there's no snake you are wrong stop being wrong
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Are you the SAT because I’d do you for 3 hours and 45 minutes with a 10 minute break halfway through for snacks, and then I can stare at you for like 10 minutes and think ‘wow, I hope I don’t ruin this.’
- Dude on OKC with the best pick up lines I have ever heard (via hate)
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elevensleeps:

elevensleeps:

my mom says hey

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I already saw that on Tumblr.
- literally everything (via beccaliving)
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420-666:

CONSTANTLY WORRIED I AM NOT MAKING ENOUGH THINGS TO VALIDATE MY EXISTENCE 

il y a 1 semaine on août 11th, 2014 | J | 9 464 notes
inventariodetiposhumanos:

toma, pra você. Obrigada por alguma coisa que nao sei.

inventariodetiposhumanos:

toma, pra você. Obrigada por alguma coisa que nao sei.

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My Captain my captain
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O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

(via callsignv5)

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themouseabides:

Knowledge is knowing that Frankenstein is not the monster.

Wisdom is knowing that Frankenstein is the monster.

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mellowminty:

i’d really like some wireless waterproof earbuds for shower time

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Cersei Lannister + text posts 

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