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happy june everybody i hope you get fucked and/or sucked this month

what if we don't wanna be?

There was a movie called Juno and the songs featured on that movie were compiled into an official soundtrack. This is generally regarded as major historical event from the 2000’s.

my wife flew a plane in an emergency situation and saved our lives in her dream last night and it was incredibly vivid to her and multiples times throughout the day today she has said quietly under her breath “I flew the plane…”

she describes how she had to use all her strength to pull the yoke down (she knows all the cabin terminology) and send the plane practically vertically through the air to avoid crashing into a mountain range and she keeps calling it the “miracle over the mountains”

Very apt post from tumblr user wifehaver103947

everyone can read

love wearing all black in public i hope no large gaseous heat emitting orb in the sky comes along and makes my day worse

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Personally? I would never deny Hiromu Arakawa her right to a short bratty braided blond character in a kickass red coat

I like this site. Y’all just shotgunning counterfactual timelines

if i was born 500 years ago i would have been speculating that the two dudes who went to get firewood together were fucking

chat, how long do y’all think 500 years is. Romeo and Juliet was written in the 1500s. 500 years is not the Stone Age.

why do u think people stopped collecting firewood after caveman times

I think that the Hamilton musical is objectively the funniest thing that could happen to that man's memory. Imagine dying of a gunshot wound infection in 1804 and learning from the afterlife that tweenage girls in 2017 are drawing thousands upon thousands of images of you making out with your fellow congressmen because someone wrote a 2-hour rap opera about you. I like to imagine that Hamilton found a monkey's paw and wished to leave a legacy, and this is what it did to him.

you don't control who lives who dies who tells your story