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Make me C U M

(Connect and Understand ur Mind)

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Sol Goss at Burberry Prorsum Fall 2016

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he sprouted nicely

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that’s… not… what bi means…

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how to identify a stoner: “do you smoke” “smoke what”

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When yo white homie get the aux and play some bullshit 😂😂😭😭😭

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when boys have bleu eyes <3

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“What are you doing on the computer all the time?”

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you:  tries to roast me with a lame yo mama joke

me:  looks you up on ancestry.com, finds out that your great grandmother was banished from her lithuianian village because no one liked her, writes a six page allegorical story that roasts your great grandmother, then reads it to your significant other to get them to despise you

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what height are u

tall person: oh, uh idk?? like 5'10 or 6'1 i'm not sure ahaha

short person: i am 156.3cm or 5 feet 1.61 inches i measure myself 3 times a week

truest thing I've ever seen

did you just comment on a chat post you soggy fuck nugget

who selling wet hit my DM

i really miss my dad

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All these posts about breadsticks make me laugh and cringe because:

When I was 15 I was on a trip with Ag studies group we went to an Olive Garden, I had never been to an Olive Garden before and I am a great bread enthusiast so when the waitress put this basket of delicious-sticks in front of me I was like ‘holy shit’ and ate like 10. I started shoving them into my purse to save for later, and the waitress had to keep bringing baskets of breadsticks because they were disappearing (into my purse). There were a lot of guys on that trip and I figured ‘yeah these teenage dudes could be in theory eating all these breadsticks’ so I thought I had a bulletproof cover.

Fast forward to when we are leaving, I get stopped by the manager and the hostess and they ask to look in my purse. Cue my ‘oh shit busted’ face and a grudging handing over of my bulging purse, to which they opened and started pulling out an obscene amount of breadsticks and laying them on the counter while the hostess counted them. I actually had no idea how many breadsticks I’d had in there and when the hostess got up to 40 I was still convinced I was going to jail but oh my god I had 40 breadsticks in there so I was kind of impressed with myself. The hostess kept counting.

Forty. Seven. 

Forty seven breadsticks was the total they found. (I had another two very squished and folded up in a zipped side pocket that they never looked in). They then took my picture and politely asked me to stay the fuck away from their restaurant as my picture would be posted on their ‘restricted list. To this day, 6 fucking years later, I have never gone back to any Olive Garden, because some part of me believes that some eagle eyed waitress will recognize me from a wanted poster for the Breadstick Bandit and I’ll have to explain to my mom why Olive Garden put me in prison

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my favorite tweet of all time

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Just saying as a male abuse & molestation survivor, anti-fems haven’t done shit for me. In fact, when they’re not outright mocking myself & other male survivors, they’re trying to strip away the support network I DO have (which comprises pretty much solely of feminists and ‘social justice warriors’, the majority of which are women and/or transgender). As a male survivor, I resent anti-feminists and so-called ‘men’s rights activists’ using my life and my trauma to beat down feminism, when feminism and social justice have always been the only people to care.

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Omg