submissivefeminist:

My first roommate in college was a virgin for the first year we lived together and I think she had two or three major panic attacks over possibly being pregnant.WHAT IF I’M THE NEXT VIRGIN MARY?!

submissivefeminist:

My first roommate in college was a virgin for the first year we lived together and I think she had two or three major panic attacks over possibly being pregnant.

WHAT IF I’M THE NEXT VIRGIN MARY?!


slothesaurus:

theartofknightjj:

You wanna kiss da girl 
Sha la la la la la 

Please Reblog and don’t repost on other sites!

I’m crying,is Flynn the only one who thought to perform first aid while everyone just kissed him xkjhvfkjgsfhg

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angryblackman:

"How are your grades?"

"What are you majoring in?"

"Have you got a boyfriend?"

"What do you want to do when you graduate?"

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After college. ..

"What did you go to school for?"

"Why are you working here?"

"Are you going to grad school?"

"When are you going to get a real job?"

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"Oh your married? But you are so young!"

"When are you going to have kids?"

It never stops.

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thatblondeperson:

captkylej:

khan-locked:

BYE



A+ gif usage


That seems strangely ok

thatblondeperson:

captkylej:

khan-locked:

BYE

A+ gif usage

That seems strangely ok

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tbiamaryllis:

northernmind-southernheart:

The american sex education system.

Why are you laughing at me

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couple-of-dumbasses:

leviisacutelittleshit:

colourfulpantsandarainbowhat:

beggars-opera:

colourfulpantsandarainbowhat:

WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD

easy there henry

whos henry what thef uck?

*faint laughter from Britian*

*history teachers crying*

Haha. Calm your pants Henry

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

This is intense. This is what has caused so many problems with thus generation specifically. Love is supposed to be beautiful not the most painful thing in the world but too many of us only see it for the pain it causes.

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This is adorable

This is adorable

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