Emilia Dreams of the City Somewhere in Suburbia

hellotailor:

mrv3000:

i’ve probably reblogged this multiple times but by god i’ll do it again.

(via sarcastic-snowflake)

To be an artist, you have to nurture the things that most people discard.
Richard Avedon, Darkness and Light (via an-art-gallery)

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improbablenormality:

humourous-misadventures:

megasilly:

You know what language I love? Welsh.

I mean

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how

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can you not 

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love

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this ridiculous

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amazing language?

you know our word for ‘microwave’ is ‘popty ping’, right?

this language is literally keysmashing

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redgrieve:

fluttertree42:

why do people have quiet respectful funerals when i die i want my ashes mixed with glitter and packed tightly into a coffin and then they blow up the coffin with explosives so glitter rains down on the guests while blasting “thanks for the memories” by fall out boy

jesus god almighty

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im-just-bad-at-metaphors:

magicalkingdomofdisney:

itsthefangirlwholived:

brookeeverdeen:

when you get your period at school

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Conceal don’t feel don’t let them know

Make one wrong move and then the blood will show

Let it flow, let it flow, can’t hold it back anymore

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sherlocksdemonhuntingtimelord:

alegbra:

breaking news: illiterate people are actually trains in disguise. do not trust them

and now, the weather

sherlocksdemonhuntingtimelord:

alegbra:

breaking news: illiterate people are actually trains in disguise. do not trust them

and now, the weather

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dungeonpeaches:

partyanimal167:

66-seals-of-fuck-you:

teamshercock:

morango-flutuante:

holly shit.

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I’m not an artist and I jizzed myself.

If you get this for an artist, it’s pretty much a guarantee you’ll get laid that night.

*passes out*

Oh, my dear art friends, you want the very best, don’t you?

Sennelier.

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comedyblogger:

drinking underage like

comedyblogger:

drinking underage like

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sextspert:

superwholock-at-hogwarts:

chevvybar:

hiddlestalker:

lifehackable:

More Life Hacks Here

Day 1: you ripped open my vagina and I hate you
Day 5: just kidding you’re so cute and soft and small lol I could fit you in a handbag
Month 2: STOP CRYING PLEEEAASE. JUST ONE HOUR OF SLEEP AND I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVERRRR
Month 5: mama? Mama? Mama? Say it? Please? Say something? Please
Month 8: IF. YOU. DON’T. STOP. SAYING. MAMA. THE. POLICE. WILL. NEVER. FIND. THE. BODY.
Year 1: One down. 17 to go…
Year 1, Month 11: oh god.. it’s coming…
Year 2: NO PLEASE JUST PUT THAT DOWN. NNOOO! DON’T TOUCH THAT! Baby, i love you no matter whaT BUT PLEASE DON’T TOUCH THAT JJUST STAY STILL PLEASE SWEETHEART
Year 3: Oh thank god that’s over
Year 4: Awwww, you went to preschool. isn;t that adorable, my little intellectual shit
Year 5: ACTUAL SCHOOL! YOU LEARNED COLORS AND NUMBERS YOU’RE A GENIUS

Year 15: You called me a fuckwit. What the fuck is a fuckwit?

year 16; oh god no LIGHTLY step on the gas NO NON NO NO YOU DONT HAVE TO PRESS THAT HARD ON THE BREAK!!!

year 17: I caught you masturbating but you didn’t notice so I didn’t say anything. You’re welcome.

sextspert:

superwholock-at-hogwarts:

chevvybar:

hiddlestalker:

lifehackable:

More Life Hacks Here

Day 1: you ripped open my vagina and I hate you
Day 5: just kidding you’re so cute and soft and small lol I could fit you in a handbag
Month 2: STOP CRYING PLEEEAASE. JUST ONE HOUR OF SLEEP AND I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVERRRR
Month 5: mama? Mama? Mama? Say it? Please? Say something? Please
Month 8: IF. YOU. DON’T. STOP. SAYING. MAMA. THE. POLICE. WILL. NEVER. FIND. THE. BODY.
Year 1: One down. 17 to go…
Year 1, Month 11: oh god.. it’s coming…
Year 2: NO PLEASE JUST PUT THAT DOWN. NNOOO! DON’T TOUCH THAT! Baby, i love you no matter whaT BUT PLEASE DON’T TOUCH THAT JJUST STAY STILL PLEASE SWEETHEART
Year 3: Oh thank god that’s over
Year 4: Awwww, you went to preschool. isn;t that adorable, my little intellectual shit
Year 5: ACTUAL SCHOOL! YOU LEARNED COLORS AND NUMBERS YOU’RE A GENIUS

Year 15: You called me a fuckwit. What the fuck is a fuckwit?

year 16; oh god no LIGHTLY step on the gas NO NON NO NO YOU DONT HAVE TO PRESS THAT HARD ON THE BREAK!!!

year 17: I caught you masturbating but you didn’t notice so I didn’t say anything. You’re welcome.

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that likes her hobbies
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dancing
photography
and fashion.