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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.
murdersandacquisitions138: Obsessively singing...
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.
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.
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
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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.