My Life Indiana

lubricates:

maybe if i ignore my homework for another hour it will get easier

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mauridianhallow:

beatlesboobsandbulges:

My dad just said: at your age you’ll probably wanna try a lot of things. Boys, girls, being a girl, being a boy, being punk or goth or spunky. And im okay with that. As long as you don’t come home and tell me youre a republican

parents who care

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reasonsmysoniscrying:

"Go right to sleep because you can’t sleep in tomorrow…. or any other day for the rest of your life."
- My Kindergarten Eve Peptalk to my 4yo

jamisbest:

holmestiel-love:

lilflappyhands:

mrs-cucumberbachelor:

oceansilhouette:

Cute little marshmallows 

this makes me so happy


Wait. Is that big marshmallow licking that little marshmallow?

Is it a… cannibal?

I think it’s the marshmallow’s mom and it’s trying to comfort the little marshmallow

Maybe it’s a habit specific to the marshmallow species

oh ok

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katara:

Tomorrow we begin a month or “wake me up when September ends” posts despite no one listening to that song for about a decade

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refreshes:

mom: are you ever gonna clean your room?

me:  image

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    That year, Harry and Neville celebrated their birthdays together. The Leaky Cauldron was packed; every seat, counter, and potted plant was taken. At 11:59 PM, Ron raised his butterbeer, joined by forty others in the crowd. “To the new king of Gryffindor!” He slapped Neville’s shoulder, and the brass crown slipped off the grinning birthday man’s head slightly. The announcement had arrived yesterday: Neville was the new Gryffindor Head of House.    The mechanical dragon on the clock pendulum roared, signaling midnight. Ginny pushed Harry up onto the raised hearth, next to Neville. Dean and Seamus was hoisting a goalpost-sized treacle tart through the crowd as Neville raised a new toast. “And to Harry! Still saving the world!”    Harry protested the statement, but no one heard him over the cheers. Ron handed him a new mug. “Just take it, mate. Honestly, youngest Head Auror in Ministry history. I reckon you’re doomed to make the rest of us look bad.”

    That year, Harry and Neville celebrated their birthdays together. The Leaky Cauldron was packed; every seat, counter, and potted plant was taken. At 11:59 PM, Ron raised his butterbeer, joined by forty others in the crowd. “To the new king of Gryffindor!” He slapped Neville’s shoulder, and the brass crown slipped off the grinning birthday man’s head slightly. The announcement had arrived yesterday: Neville was the new Gryffindor Head of House.
    The mechanical dragon on the clock pendulum roared, signaling midnight. Ginny pushed Harry up onto the raised hearth, next to Neville. Dean and Seamus was hoisting a goalpost-sized treacle tart through the crowd as Neville raised a new toast. “And to Harry! Still saving the world!”
    Harry protested the statement, but no one heard him over the cheers. Ron handed him a new mug. “Just take it, mate. Honestly, youngest Head Auror in Ministry history. I reckon you’re doomed to make the rest of us look bad.”

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vocaroo420:

theabbatar:

get the fuck up u drama queen ur fine

I thought that guys name was Asian

vocaroo420:

theabbatar:

get the fuck up u drama queen ur fine

I thought that guys name was Asian

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