December 2011
steven-moffat:
i go on facebook just to remind myself why i hate everyone i know
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ticklemejesus:
according to astronomy, when you wish upon a star
you’re actually a few million years late.
that star is dead
just like your dreams
Now we own the night and it can’t be undone
We’ll never forget what it means to be young
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anothersliceofcheesecake:
don’t think i will be able to handle all the “~*new year, new me*~” statuses on facebook in the next two weeks.
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me: i respect everyone's opinions
someone: your favorite band is shit
me: you must want to die you ignorant fuck
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GO BUY FOREVER YOURS. AND BUY ALL THE VERSIONS. GO...
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moraniarty:
oh the weather outside is frightful
but the internet is so delightful
and since we’ve no place to go
let us post
let us post
let us post
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Taurus is picky, stubborn, and not very good at...
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If I had a dollar for every time I’ve felt more emotions towards a fictional character than I do towards people I know in real life, I would probably have enough money to pay for the psychiatric help I obviously need.
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Charlie: Oh hey everyone, it's Alex Day. You might recognise him from such failed attempts to try and get a number one such as Sons of Admirals and Chartjackers. What you up to at the moment?
Alex: Trying to get a number one for christmas.
Charlie: Good luck with that.
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bloodydifficult:
Help, I’ve fallen into the depths of American Horror Story and can’t get up.
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Taurus Motto: What’s yours is mine; What’s mine is my own!
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Canon: But that never-
Fandom: You shut your filthy lying mouth.
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I am reminded of Philadelphia... →
fishingboatproceeds:
mochamint:
My Mom: What is this “Pizza John” shirt-thing on your Christmas list? Me: It’s an inside joke… Mom: Well he looks creepy! It’s weird! Me: Yes.
So one time I was in Philadelphia, walking down a street by myself, when a well-dressed woman in her 40s walked up to me, placed a hand on my shoulder, and said, rather accusingly, “Who are you?” I kind of shifted my...
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