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That moment where you're opening your laptop around friends and you're not sure if you still had porn open or not.
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A Little Bit On The Epic Gaming Room Side: This perfect gamer cave belongs to 16bitghost. Dude basically owns every console which makes his life...
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Mickey Sweater #london #cub #sweatshirt #Disney (Taken with instagram)
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Raargh.
Wolverine illustrated by Nelz Yumul
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8bitginge asked: WHO | WHAT | WHEN | WHERE | WHY...AKA...What's your name, who are you, what do you do (work or study), where're you from and what brings you to Tumblr/online in general. [handsome self-pictures BTW)
I’m John. Haha.
I’m just a boy.
I work for my dad on the side, but I’m a student at O’More College of Design in Franklin, TN
I’m from Tennessee.
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By my lovely boyfriend!Mr & Mr Bear | The Sequel 2012
“I once heard somewhere a text in the morning doesn’t simply mean hey good morning. It meant hey I had the good fortune to wake up this morning and the first thing I thought about was you. I hope you really do have a good morning.”
Unknown
This is MY childhood TV experience :D
Time to re-live my childhood a little :D
OMFG, blast from the past. I totally forgot about this!!!
Only vain assholes upload two photos of themselves in the same mirror in one day.
“To die would be an awfully big adventure.”
Peter Pan (via melldew)
(via fragile-structure)
REBLOG this if you wish someone who lived far away lived closer.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life and you give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness so simple a phrase like “maybe we should just be friends” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a relay gets inside you and rips apart pain. I hate love.”
Neil Gaiman
