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at my concert today luke was all “ew I’m so sweaty and gross” and michael screams “WHO THINKS LUKE LOOKS LIKE AN ANGEL” and the crowd went wild and luke smiled like a huge dork my heart

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“You are now rocking with the very best
Rapper from around the way
I wanna say hello! (hello!)
Everybody calls me by my old name
So lame, you can just call me “Pharaoh”
Ain’t nobody stoppin’ this
Pharaoh's on top of this
Too many things in the day to try to fit in
All of you should stand up ‘nd dance, no sittin’
Straight up out the tomb big dreams on my mind
Gotta find my way in this Boo York way of life”

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“I’m banging you tonight” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

submitted by @skeptic-manila

OMG I JUST SAW SOME EPIC HAIKYUU DOUJINSHIN AND I REALLY WANNA POST IT HERE BECAUSE OH MY GOD IT WAS aDORABLE

SO HERE WE GO GUYS

THERE WE GO HALLELUJAH OMG THIS WAS SO ADORABLE AND CUTE OMG
BONUS:

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@fantakoi

OMG TOYAH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MADE MY DAY!!! AHHHHH IT’S SOOOOO CUTE I CAN READ IT MANY TIMES GOSH IT IMMEDIATELY PUT A SMILE ON MY FACE IT’S NOT GOING AWAY HAHAHAHAHA I EVEN SHOWED IT TO A GUY FRIEND (who doesn’t like yaoi) BUT HE LOVED IT AND FANBOYING RIGHT NOW 💕💕💕💕💕💕

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she’s a handsome woman // panic! at the disco

/Mister/ Vimes, thought William, as they hurried after the constable. All the watchmen called him that. The man had been a knight and was now a duke and a commander, but they called him /Mister/. And it was a /Mister/, too, the full two syllables, not the everyday unheeded ‘Mr’; it was the ‘mister’ you used when you wanted to say things like ‘Put down that crossbow and turn around real slow, mister.’ He wondered why.
—  The Truth, Terry Pratchett
Is that how it works?
You find and meet someone whom you deeply connected with. Someone who made you the happiest during some of your darkest hours. Someone who saw your flaws and turned them beautiful. You meet someone, and that person becomes your first and last thoughts of the day. That person becomes one of the reasons why you’re not afraid of thunderstorms and oceans. That person becomes a part of your routine: the 3am thought, the 6am cup of drink, the 10am poem, the 1pm sunshine, the 3pm music, the 6pm sunset, the 10pm moon, and the midnight wish. You meet someone who cherished talking to you and making you feel special. You meet someone who gave you butterflies unlike before and showed you a side of the world that’s beautiful.
Then you lose that person; or rather, that person leaves you. That deep connection is cut short. Your darkest hours turned darker, even though you didn’t think it was possible. The beauty in your flaws fades away, and the glaring truth about them resurfaces. How foolish was it of you to think he saw their real beauty. That person is still your first and last thoughts of the day, but the thoughts taste bitter and melancholic now. They’re no longer beautiful. That person is still a part of your routine: the 3am tears, the 6am empty cup, the 10am poem, the 1pm storm, the 3pm silence, the 6pm shadows, the 10pm darkness, and the midnight sadness. You realize how insignificant you are. You also realize that those aren’t butterflies in your stomach anymore. Rather, they’re thunderstorms. You have just drowned yourself in his world.