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East of the sun and west of the moon

Eileen. 19. Post Falls, Idaho. I post whatever I feel like.

efficientenough:

poopflow:

*oitnb theme song plays* *runs 3 miles* *takes 2 hour nap* *goes out to dinner* *comes back and takes a shower* *episode starts*

you’ve got time

puyols-hairdresser:

when you’re doing school work and someone asks you what the answer is

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consultingsonic:

madblackgirl:

team 5’5 and under where ya at

they didn’t let us in they thought we were 12

  • me:

    wow i finally understand math

  • moves on to next question

  • me:

    what the hell is this

I can’t fucking share someone, god dammit I’m one selfish person. I want one person all to my self, their laughs and tears, I want to be the first person they tell when something happens, good and bad, I want to piss them off at 2pm, make up for it at 6pm, and to save them at 2am. I need some one all to my self or not at all.

I saw that you still follow her when you said it was nothing(via avvfvl)

emiello:

Pros of dating me

  • i’m rly soft and squishy
  • i’ll make you hot beverages in bed
  • i’m good at compliments
  • you’ll gain lots of dorky pet names

Cons of dating me

  • ummm??
  • zero i am a goddess
Being drunk would be good right now.

me, always (via survivor153)

i-will-die-laughing:

solarsweeps:

the dog all puppies aspire to be

he did it

he caught the tail

his face just says “what am i going to do with my life now”

Muggles are not able to REBLOG this.

theprogrocker:

pierce-the-tony:

wish-iwerent-here:

rawrawrawrimmahobo:

watchtheskytonight:

wicked-literature:

REBLOG this to prove you are not a Muggle.

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my reblog button fucked up and i almost had a heart attack

I did it in the first try.

OH YEAH

OH MY GOD.

MY COMPUTER BROWSER FROZE AND I DIDN’T REALIZE IT. I COULDN’T BREATHE.

JESUS.

But the lack of notes truly worries me

Bam.

J

My mouse accidently slid off of the button and I was like, “dkfsafsa”

I better hope so

I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures. …We tell the story to get them back, to capture the traces of footfalls through the snow.

Gail Caldwell, Let’s Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship

(via wordsnquotes)