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listening to a man break up with his partner on the train and the first sentence I heard was "I just don't appreciate you cheating on me six different times, once with my own father."

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

a severe thunderstorm warning that doesnt follow through is worse than orgasm denial

repeat after me: i am a sexy bitch and no one ruins my 2014

I am a sexy bitch and no one ruins my 2014

I love tumblr because somehow I can end up being mutuals with a celebrity (someone that wrote a fic that I loved)

humiliating to be attracted to a conventionally attractive person. I thought I was a more sensitive and refined pervert than this

i’m like if a pervert was a sweetheart

drinking and smoking marijuana in public in front of children

*feels my body get anxious for no reason* what is it boy, what do you see?

Can we stop with the character development. Where's my beach episode.