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reading a foreign language: yeah
writing in a foreign language: ok
listening to a foreign language: wait
speaking in a foreign language: fuck

16th April, Wednesday (6:39pm) Reblog ↬

White People: - “Black people are always pulling the race card!”


*packs a bong* see im not gunna rip it cause its a metaphor. *holds it to my mouth and makes saxophone noises* the real high is life

16th April, Wednesday (6:31pm) Reblog ↬









Why the fuck are they harassing her? Dumb fatherless little bitches.

this angers me

what the fuck

This is disgusting

what the fuck is wrong with these people?

im fucking heated

I hope these fucknuts have been caught by now.

16th April, Wednesday (6:30pm) Reblog ↬


This is where I ‘grew up’. 
I remember getting my first pet cat in this town, standing in the general store waiting for a player to sell something I needed and raging over being too slow. I remember trying to haul ass past the dark wizards and hoping they would attack a player with an even lower level (which rarely happened but I was glad they went as a sacrifice when it did). I remember actually buying one of those dinky little newspapers and reading who died (Rat, Rat, Goblin, Rat, Goblin), running from the bank to Aubury for an essence tele with massive amounts of players, and having my cat chase mice in the sewers. I remember being upset with players who would shoo the stray dog and always having food for it in my bag when I’d run through the town. I remember always running between here and Lumbridge because at that point I thought they were the only two cities around. I remember the first time I stole anything was from the tea stall. I only did it because I was near death and didn’t have food in my bank and I remember feeling really guilty about it. I remember going to the pub and buying beer after a long day of adventures, feeling like a total badass (hahaha). I remember discovering barbarian village and spending ages over there fishing, but constantly running back to Varrock for bank.
I remember a lot about this town, even though I rarely come back to visit.
This is where I grew up. What about you?

home is where the heart is, and my heart is with all the amazing friends and memories i have made in this spot. 

First billboard for Ultraviolence seen at Flushing Avenue, Bushwick, NY.




croptops r for anyone 2 wear n everyone 2 celebrate

Unless you have a muffin top.

here’s a to-do list for u

  • fix yr garbage ass blog
  • fix yr garbage ass attitude
14th April, Monday (8:33pm) Reblog ↬
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