PHOEBE

• 2013-05-11

  

  al-heli:

  fr-shhh:

  klassy-youth:

  the sass is unreal omfg

  me

  channing the sass king

  (via annoyingness-overload)

  Source: my-teen-quote

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  1. *Wakes up in the middle of the night*
  2. Me: Please don't be 6am
  3. *1;48am*
  4. Me: MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS TO ME!
  5. *Shoves face back into pillow*

  Source: saveme-amazeme

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  indianbiatch:

  freelancefailure:

  Remember that episode of Bananas in Pyjamas where they had to walk around naked because someone stole their pyjamas off the clothesline?

  So then they decided to make clothes out of their curtains

  

  And that bitch Lulu laughed at them?

  

  lulu was the rudest bitch i swear

  (via annoyingness-overload)

  Source: freelancefailure

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  there’s no logical reason for shorts to be the same price as pants

  (via gunsandglitters)

  Source: adamusprime

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  (via waves-of-perfection)

  Source: chanel-cyrus

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  (via cocaineroses)

  Source: literalily

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  migrated:

  change the direction of the train if you concentrate

  (via lovealwaysx)

  Source: dpaf

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  austincarlilesmellsgood:

  leadinq:

  THIS IS THE HAPPIEST GOAT I HAVE EVER SEEN OMFG JUST LOOK AT ITS FACE

  yeah. I fucking ruined this table. Your point ho?

  (via arianaspinazzola)

  Source: onceuponatime-tvshowaddiction

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  (via annoyingness-overload)

  Source: lalune7

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  she-paints-lovely-pictures:

  godstoy:

  This. I must rant:

  Six years ago, before everything started, I was a brilliant kid. I would draw, write, play the piano and everything came from the inside, nobody taught me (my parents were against it) and it made me happy. Slowly, depression sneaked in, and I started losing my talent, the very little I had. Before that I would pass all my tests without even looking at the testbook. Now I can’t concentrate and I fail practically everything, I can’t play more than 5 minutes straight the piano and my creativity is absolutely gone, which has left me with nothing, because art was all I had. I sleep way too much and wake up tired. So I went from a kid who shined and was admired to someone who is constantly disappointing people, because they expect me to be as good as I was before, and I aren’t anymore.

  I can’t. I can’t study, I can’t rest, I can’t create. Literally, a part of me is dead, and I can’t help it. It makes me so sad.

  Exactly^

  (via annoyingness-overload)

  Source: lnsanely