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have this picture of my punk friend doing my other decidedly normal friends’ juggalo makeup

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another unique feature of tumblr is how easily you can monopolize someone's dash. a blog i'm following is on a bill and ted kick tonight so i've been scrolling down an endless tunnel of keanu reeves fanart for the past fifteen minutes. wouldn't want it any other way.

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Matt Madden, Abandoned Yellow House in Nova Scotia

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me trying to catch trumps finger

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the homestuck sleep pose is like the opposite of the family guy death pose to me that shit looks comfy

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I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.

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Water Lilies painted by Claude Monet (1840 - 1926)

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I was about to pen “My moleskine is the new tumblr” in my little black book but I lost control of my hand and drew a complicated mandala that started an energy fire

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It's fledgling season I've been really enjoying seeing all the scruffy teenage birds standing around cause they're bad at flying while one or two adults of the same species are nearby Looking at me

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why'd they have to make the crotch shroom brown?

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Yearning for someone who doesn't exist

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a lot of really good dynamics are enhanced by meeting at the wrong time or under wrong circumstances but chara and frisk are not one of them if they met at school on the surface chara would be like damn i wish we were on a dangerous quest together and i was your endlessly loyal guide

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My one friend really likes "yo mama" jokes, but she feels bad for saying them to me because my mama's dead, and lately she's been circumventing this by adding "in heaven" to them, a concept I was introduced to with zero warning via a text that said, "Yo mama's so stupid she's in heaven pre-heating the microwave."

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by _nancy_dc

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when a hog steals your pants and you have to hunt it down with an ax

book of hours, use of st. omer, c. 1318-25

the british library, ms 36684, f. 31r