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carryonlordof221b:

This is exactly what snapchat was created for

put-him-in-custardy:

this is how Parks and Recreation explained Chris Pratt’s weight loss for Guardians of the Galaxy 

royals:

#WorldSeries bound! #TakeTheCrown

royals:

#WorldSeries bound! #TakeTheCrown

blazepress:

Thats no way to live.

blazepress:

Thats no way to live.

royals:

#MOOOOOOOOSE continues his ridiculous #postseason. #TakeTheCrown

royals:

#MOOOOOOOOSE continues his ridiculous #postseason. #TakeTheCrown

gorlt:

they’re real life demons

fuckyeaharonkwak:

jojje94:

Notification trolling.

HOLY


Britney Spears, Bill Clinton and NSync

Britney Spears, Bill Clinton and NSync

regolith:

Now you know who to vote for.

regolith:

Now you know who to vote for.

marvelobsessions:

Steve desperately trying to high five Bucky in Captain America: The Winter Soldier

"I started to write an apology, but I don’t have anything to say I’m sorry for. I was in a loving, healthy, great relationship for four years. It was long distance, and either your boyfriend is going to look at porn or he’s going to look at you."

Jennifer Lawrence on her nude picture leak (Vanity Fair)

This is an awesome response. I have no idea why anyone should have to apologize for taking nude photos and sharing with someone. The only people that should have to say sorry are the people who stole them from her without consent.

(via punkrockmixtapes)

Whenever I think I can’t love Jennifer Lawrence more, she proves me wrong.

(via wilwheaton)

"After averting an apocalypse at the end of season five, things fell apart. Sam ended up going through everything Dean had experienced and worse. Dean failed at leading a normal life. Even the writers have admitted that season nine was particularly and extraordinarily painful. I don’t see my relationship with my sister in what Sam and Dean have now. Unlike Dean, I’ve accepted help. I’m living the life I want; I’m escaping my trauma. My sister’s leaving for college. I’m letting her go.

I don’t know where the road’s going to end for Sam and Dean—or us. I have a dream of an isolated roadhouse out on the prairie where two women sing along to the jukebox while they close up shop. One of them cooks the burgers and samples the wares behind the counter; the other one keeps swapping Elvis for Taylor Swift in the karaoke machine. It’s not a realistic dream, and it shouldn’t be. “There ain’t no me if there ain’t no you” does not a healthy adult relationship make. But sometimes I go there in my head, just to dance with a mop. Just to gaze at her a while. In real life, we have to be apart sometimes in order to grow. I know if she doesn’t face the same trials I did, she’ll never be strong enough to survive the worst trials of all—death—betrayal—loneliness. All I can do is offer my advice, if asked, along with my silent support: I’m here. I’m waiting. I’ll catch you. I love you."

liquidglue:

on this day one year ago someone sewed a fried egg to a tshirt

liquidglue:

on this day one year ago someone sewed a fried egg to a tshirt