January 2012
58 posts
Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this. This should be...
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Is everybody in? Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to...
– Jim Morrison, An American Prayer
chayla asked: I haven't figured out how to make tumblr love me, either. I think we're supposed to get naked.
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Downloading music is the same thing I used to do: I used to record all the songs...
– Liam Gallagher (via warpeddistinctions)
whosagoodpig asked: WELL EXCUSE ME BUT YOU LIKE LOTS OF THINGS THAT I POST. PUT ME IN THAT GOD DAMN LIST OR I'LL BLOW UP YOUR REFRIGERATOR.
murmurfromtheruins answered your question: murmurfromtheruins replied to your photo: Well…
Stuff it, Malvagita.
mwah*
murmurfromtheruins replied to your photo: Well then:
THIS IS AN OUTRAGE.
girl, you know damn well i don’t like anything you post. waterfalls and sunsets and emo poetry. that’s an outrage.
what happened to posting hardcore metal and hot chubby chicks and cupcakes??
\m/
jaclynxhyde:
A pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel sticking out of his pants. The bartender says, “Hey Pirate…do you realize there is a steering wheel sticking out of your pants?” The pirate walks over to the bartender and says, “ARRRGGHHH..it’s drivin’ me nuts!”
the majority of atheists embarrass me when they speak.
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it’s been dead as fuckall here for the last week. no messages, no new visitors, no email, nada. either my tumblr is broken or I’m invisible. either way.
havin a cookie and stalking your #me tags.
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bixy:
sexcrystals:
if you say “gullible” slowly, it sounds like “oranges”
am I not saying gullible right
goths up trees. →
this is probably my favorite tumblr page right now.
black eyeliner, big boots, dead serious stare into the middle distance off to the left… while perched on a branch. brilliant.
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Dear Internet friends,
I haven’t had a cigarette in over a week now. I tried to keep a journal of my progress but the anxiety made it nearly impossible to read.
So thanks for still being here. I’ll get back to interwebbing with you just as soon as I stop hating absolutely everything
love always,
Joey
futuristic percussion poetry
RamDam 12
Sizzle mop
Safety net
Hot! Hot! Hot!
Void
bitch, it’s not a fuckin salad fork when I’m usin it to eat french fries like a civilized person. shut the fuck up.
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