RIAHRIAH PANTS ON FIRE

Did you hear about the man with no ears? Neither did he. 

snorlaxlovesme:

so i cleared my throat today and

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and then someone poked me in the side so I laughed

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and THEN I FUCKING SNEEZED

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and that’s what it’s like being on the second day of your period

i hope this has been educational

(via the-uterus)

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.

Where exactly do you put your hands on somebody who hurts everywhere?

Charles D’Ambrosio, The Dead Fish Museum: Stories (via rauchwolken)

(Source: its-an-angelic-demon-thing, via jakomesic)

I would much prefer to be a good person than a nice person and to be a good person you sometimes have to be bolshie, you have to be a bit angry. You have to say ‘no’. I don’t think there is anything wrong with being angry.

—Andrew Scott for Attitude magazine (via wsswatson)

(via rochelleo)