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Gleeful Mainer, orphan, cancer survivor, and lover of simplicity found in a good cup of tea or coffee.




    Ed Sheeran | Stay With Me (Sam Smith Cover)


    (via jessneedsanap)

    — 9 hours ago with 109840 notes


    A coffee pot can be a coffee mug if you just don’t fucking care

    (via indoorliving)

    — 10 hours ago with 127901 notes

    Just got a Snapchat that said “lol i feel hungover but I didn’t even drink”
    Yo, girl, I just think that’s called “being sick”.

    — 1 day ago
    Salt crystals.

    Salt crystals.

    — 1 day ago

    Also a friendly reminder that date rape drugs are not only used by men on women. Anyone looking to gain an upper hand by creating a power play on someone they deem lesser than them. Gender doesn’t have much to do with it other than the statistics we see (that also exclude).

    — 1 day ago with 1 note

    Date rape preventing color change nail polish.
    How about a color change indicator on the guy who fucking buys the stuff. And by that color change I mean a fucking bruise to the fucking eye followed with a swift kick to the porksword.

    — 1 day ago with 5 notes


    this is still the best story ever told at a talk show

    (via withgreatgusto)

    — 1 day ago with 375218 notes
    "I think there comes a time when you meet someone and you just want to make them smile for the rest of your life."
    (via iaremichael)

    (Source: psych-facts, via drythroats)

    — 1 day ago with 178453 notes

    I. Loved. This. Movie.

    (Source: hannahbowl, via allthebitchythings)

    — 2 days ago with 1233 notes

    I’ve never wanted to set something on fire as badly as I want to torch this bicycle right now.

    — 2 days ago with 1 note
    #blew a freaking tire on the way to work  #junk 


    basically my life can be summed up in alternating periods of Linda Belcher’s “Alriiiiight!” and Bob Belcher’s “Oh my god”

    (via whiskyandtea)

    — 2 days ago with 29841 notes
    "Oh. I don’t want to go to your clambake anymore. I thought it was a cocktail party for children. My 7 year old doesn’t want actual clams."
    Guest (via lifeatthefrontdesk)
    — 2 days ago with 6 notes
    #new jooooob