trust-me-im-satan: “it’s only november, stop being all festive”

trust-me-im-satan: “it’s only november, stop being all festive”

Naked-Banana-Man: Awkwardjamie: Fkinclaimedurls: What Happened In 1915 We Don’t Talk About 1915 At Least They Eventually Realised They Should Start Filling The Bottles With Coke

Deducecanoe: Andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels: Riddlemehiddleston: This Came Into Work Today. I Shortlisted It And Displayed It On My Cafe Counter. The Back Said Something Like “He Is Into Bdsm. (Batman, Dragons, Star Wars, And Magic The Gathering).”

Winchesters-And-Wings: Asked To Be Made Rebloggable

Thebluegeranium: Usskelvins: Like A White Person In An Infomercial That’s My Babe

Postmodernism: I Don’t Know Why Frank Insisted On Bringing Me To This Dinner Party, I Don’t Even Know What To Talk About And Everyone’s Already Having A Conversation, It’d Be Awkward To Butt In. A Steakhouse? Really? I’m A Pescetarian, Frank.

The Literary Hopeful

That-Big-Gay-Impala: Psychocereals: Helioscentrifuge: 4Gifs: Aluminum Foil Keeps Cats Off Counters. Via To Foiled Again Im Cryign’„

Methhomework: Is This What It’s Like To Be Cool

Lozzicooper: Mind-Palace-Impala: Sneak Attack Of Gorgeousness! Not A Single One Of You Just Kept Scrolling. Not A Single One.

Pimptier: I Hate It When Teachers Are Like &Amp;Ldquo;Should I Send You Back To Kindergarten&Amp;Rdquo; Like Hell Yeah You Should Fuck Algebra Nap Time And Cookies Is Where Its At You Feel Me

Poetsprologue: Astoldbygengar: Do You Ever Have Those Days That Are Just Like This Was The Definition Of A Shitstorm In Elementary School.

Sexhaver:

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