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my french teacher kept looking at me like this so I took this without warning him and told him he’d be famous

he demanded a retake bc he wanted u guys to think hes cool

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I can’t believe I forgot to mention the fact that when I took this he told me to photoshop some hair on so “my internet friends” would like him

someone make this mans dreams come true

okay

helP

WHEN I SHOWED HIM THIS HE SAID “THATS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED”

kyouko-magica:

When started in tumblr:

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Now: 

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unexplained-events:

Duende

A mom (Argentina) captures a strange creature while filming her son. She believes it to be a Duende, which is a fairy or goblin-like creature from Latin American or Filipino folklore.

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lmfao

Stay woke

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HELL NAWL HELL NAWL HELL NAWL HELL NAWL HELL NAWL MALCOLM JANAWL WARNER KAREEM ABDUL JANAWL JUVENAWL PAUL NAWL

FUCK THAT. BYE

Why y’all freaking out about the fuckin elf on the shelf coming to life? The fuckin baby is bigger than it ya just gotta smash that shit; salt and burn that mother fucker. Hell, step on it. Its six inches tall what’s it gonna do? I seen dicks bigger than that barbie doll sized Satan.

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Steal his look: Octavius Rex (Pearl’s ex-boyfriend)

  • Yves Saint-Laurent sweater ($425)
  • Armani beige shirt ($230)
  • Hermès dark blue satin bow tie ($180)
  • Gucci vintage ‘Estudante’ eyeglasses ($1295)
  • Marc by Marc Jacobs chocolate brown dress slacks ($1173)
  • Prada suede Balmoral shoes ($530)

Please ignore if you don’t want to read about how sad I am. Just a warning.

So. I just recently have started to feel really sad again and I think I finally have an answer. It’s the realization that the world does not care about me. I am insignificant to 99.9% everyone I have ever met. Where to me I care about a lot of people. I think about everyone I’ve ever been friends with a lot and wonder how they are and stuff.

Today I was talking about my old FSU friends and how much I missed them when it hit me that I wanted to let them know that I miss them and that I hope all is well. So I asked my friend Tony to tell a few people that I said hi and etc. since I didn’t want to mass tell people I miss them and stuff.

I am assuming that he ignored it because he didn’t say anything but I thought about it and I noticed not once had anyone (excluding maybe 2-4 people) from FSU had said anything to me in a year.

A whole year. They hadn’t thought about me. They hadn’t asked themselves “Hey. How is Chris doing, I know he left because of major depression. I wonder if he is doing alright? I think I’ll ask him.” Or anything like that.

This crushed me. I haven’t made the best effort to talk to people but I have reached out to a bunch of people. Not one person has reached out to me. None. Zero. Zip.

I find it so hard to believe that people can just shred someone from their lives. Like they hardly existed. Until they see them or here from them again. Which is where the fake interactions happen and then they move on with their lives.

Idk. I probably sound crazy. I really care about a lot of people, but I just get the overwhelming feeling that I’m hardly cared about in return. It sucks.

:/

 Transparent Suicune | Ken Sugimori

This Pokémon races across the land. It is said that north winds will somehow blow whenever it appears.