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I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death.

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tastefullyoffensive:

"Day 2: The giant horse-dog still hasn’t noticed me." [thats_absrd]

tastefullyoffensive:

"Day 2: The giant horse-dog still hasn’t noticed me." [thats_absrd]

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hitthejackelswitch:

easterbunnymundlover:

leviisacutelittleshit:

colourfulpantsandarainbowhat:

beggars-opera:

colourfulpantsandarainbowhat:

WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD

easy there henry

whos henry what thef uck?

*faint laughter from Britian*

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*faint laughter from those who paid attention in history class*

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“We’re adults, but, like…adult cats. Someone should probably take care of us, but we can sort of make it on our own.”

—   my roommate, on the question “are we adults” (via disjunct)

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Everything about Nine was great

isashi-nigami:

Everything he said was pure gold

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And not just the funny and sass…

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Literally everything

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Even when he don’t say anything, tho

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I love how he was always smiling

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Even tought he was the most damaged Doctor

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The way he looked at Rose

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GOD, THEY WERE SO CUTE

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Nine

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I want him back

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taylorswift:

peppermintandpeonies:

Couples dancing in the Grand Foyer of the Paris Opera House at the Victory Ball. May, 1946.


Question:Can you still get FOMO even if you know that it happened in 1946?

taylorswift:

peppermintandpeonies:

Couples dancing in the Grand Foyer of the Paris Opera House at the Victory Ball. May, 1946.

Question:
Can you still get FOMO even if you know that it happened in 1946?

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bandicutes:

if u can do liquid eyeliner u can do anything

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i-wish-i-was-the-moon:

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.
- Jane Austen -

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