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can we all pls collectively agree to make tying ur jacket around ur waist fashionably acceptable again

i don’t wanna carry my jacket anymore when i get hot

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we’re gonna rise up! time to take a shot!

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Hamilton has been nominated for 16 Tony Awards, the most in Broadway history. (x)

#YayHamlet

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just the girly things

forcing an earing through a closed piercing

taking off tight clothes and rubbing the indents they left on your skin 

human sacrifice

homemade face masks 

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The whole “I’m not like other girls” movement should really be called the “I don’t want men to treat me the way they treat other women” movement because that’s what it really is. Women know that a girl who wears makeup is as respectable as a girl who wears none. A girl who’s played every Final Fantasy game is as respectable as a girl who digs Candy Crush. A woman who started her own law firm is as respectable as a single mom who works in the service industry. A girl who enjoys casual sex is as respectable as a girl who has never had her first kiss. A lesbian who has no interest in men is as respectable as a straight girl who loves her boyfriend. A girl who reads People magazine is as respectable as a girl who reads Dostoyevsky.

Women have been extensively shamed for saying “I’m not like other girls” when what they are really saying, maybe without knowing it, is “I’ve heard the way men talk about specific types of women, typically women who do things that they don’t understand or relate to, and I really, really want them to separate me from that and see me as a person who is worthy of being respected.” How much respect a woman gets from men is very rarely indicative of how much she deserves.

“I don’t want you to treat me the way you treat other girls, because you treat other girls like shit.”

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going through customs at a US airport

airport staff: sir, do you have anything to declare today?

me: *starts sweating* uh no.. *trips and falls* *hundreds of Kinder surprise eggs roll out of my pockets, jacket and briefcase*

airport staff: GET ON THE GROUND NOW

me: but i am

*armed guards swarm round and pin me down*

armed guards: WHAT’S IN THE EGGS?

me: i dont know its a surprise!! 

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I think I’ve rewatched myself a new favourite movie.

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One Day (2011) dir. Lone Scherfig

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i imagine getting my own place all the time and going down to the grocery store early in the morning before everyone else and to the coffee shop and having a really small place with wide windows and lots of plants and shelves of books and a tiny kitchen where i can make tea and noodles and a bed with a pile of blankets and just a place i can make uniquely my own or maybe a place i could share with someone but i just think about this place a lot idk

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I used to think that adulthood was one crisis after another. I was wrong.

as it turns out, adulthood is multiple crises, concurrently, all the time, forever

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When you’re in the middle of sobbing and you start dissociating so you’re like “okay I’m done now” and turn into an emotionless zombie

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he give the smol kiss

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these bitches be like “i need my morning coffee fix!” and they have like a frappuccino with whipped cream and chocolate syrup like bitch you don’t understand coffee addiction until you’re drinking lukewarm black coffee out of a solo cup at 5pm

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Realistically there is no chance I will have time to read, Imma still bring a book though

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Took that konstantine quiz strictly for the pictures