Poke'gasm.

Probably not the best blog, but still pretty fucking great.

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princcss:

shampoo:

shampoo:

shampoo:

if you ever feel bad about yourself i want you to know that my catholic roommate once asked me what a pope was

she also asked me why guacamole tasted like avocados 

she thought california was its own country (i literally have a list of shit she has said and i’m going to add to this every week)

 

(Source: shampoo, via namelessemm)

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undeadsidhe-inthetardis:

yeahwriters:

cleverhelp:

Write Rhymes finds rhymes for your words while you write and takes the weirdness out of poetry and scheming. 

Coooool!

I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND JUST HOW AMAZING THIS IS FOR WRITERSLIKEWE SPEND YEARS FILLING NOTEBOOKS WITH RHYMES FOR WORDS AND PHRASES AND END-RHYMES AND SLANT RHYMES AND THEN ONE DAY SOME 
FUCKING
GENIUS
GOES 
"YOU KNOW WHAT’D BE COOL?  MAKING EVERY POET WET THEMSELVES WITH FUCKING JOY”
I” M SO FUXKC I NG

undeadsidhe-inthetardis:

yeahwriters:

cleverhelp:

Write Rhymes finds rhymes for your words while you write and takes the weirdness out of poetry and scheming. 

Coooool!

I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND JUST HOW AMAZING THIS IS FOR WRITERS
LIKE
WE SPEND YEARS FILLING NOTEBOOKS WITH RHYMES FOR WORDS AND PHRASES AND END-RHYMES AND SLANT RHYMES AND THEN ONE DAY SOME 

FUCKING

GENIUS

GOES 

"YOU KNOW WHAT’D BE COOL?  MAKING EVERY POET WET THEMSELVES WITH FUCKING JOY

I” M SO FUXKC I NG

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breadmaakesyoufat:

breadmaakesyoufat:

one time when i was 14, i pretended i was sick so i could stay home from school, i pretended i couldn’t talk, and i pretended to have a really sore throat, turned out my mum was really convinced and worried, so she took me to the hospital, i was very shocked when the doctor actually found out i had laryngitis. the next day i couldn’t talk and had a sore throat, oh irony, art thou a bitch.

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stay home from school. save your own life.

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She’s stubborn and hard headed but god knows I love her. There’s days when she’s grumpy for no apparent reason other than the fact that she’s grumpy. When she’s sick, she’s helpless and all you can really do is hold her in your arms and comfort her till she falls asleep. There’s days when she’ll complain about everything like the weather, people, music, or even you and you’ll just have to deal with it. She’ll complain about the room being too hot, to only result in closing the windows in the middle of the night because she’s too cold. There are days when she shuts the world out, she’ll ignore everyone because she just wants to sit in silence. Sometimes, she’ll claim she can eat an entire cow because that’s just how hungry she is. So we’ll make dinner plans and I’ll pick her up just to have her say, “I ate already, I was too hungry but I’ll still eat a little something.” There are days when she suffocates me with love. She’ll kiss and kiss and kiss, till I beg her to stop. She’ll tickle me until my insides hurt and hold my hand till it’s sweaty. There are days when she’ll claim every part of my body with her lips. And there are days when she’ll need her space and I’ll have to pull a chair up alongside the bed because she just needs her own space. There are days when her hair is messy and all over the place. Days when she’ll cry and you don’t know why but you won’t ask you’ll just let her cry. Days when she’s nervous and jumpy about everything. Days when she yells at me for no reason just to apologize two seconds later. Days when she’s a pain in the ass and pushes my buttons just to settle it with kisses. Days when I’m listening to my favorite song and she’ll talk over it because talking is more important than music. There are days when I need her to make decisions, to do the littlest things like pick a place to eat. She’ll refuse and say “I don’t know” until I give up and decide myself. Sometimes she’ll swear like a sailor and make jokes during times when she should probably be serious. There are days when it’s 3 in the morning and she won’t let me sleep and days when she’s too tired and fast asleep by 10pm. Sometimes she’s clumsy and sometimes she’s a walking contradiction; but she is everything I’ve ever wanted. I’d do everything to have her bad days, her grumpy days, her “I need space days,” her love me days, her laughing days, her clumsy days, and her happy days, because she is everything I’ve ever wanted and I wouldn’t dare trade her for anything in this world.
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My heart

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