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i live in perpetual fear that society will collapse into a mad max post apocalypse at any moment. im going to wake up and the world is all wasteland and im not going to be prepared i have ZERO 70s bikerpunk clothes in my closet, i have NO spiked bats i would be so screwed

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Graceful as swans

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I’m getting Taco Bell and the speaker screen is just a windows login page for “Hyperactive Bob”

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rey had talked to kylo ren for a grand total of five (5) minutes before she laser targeted his biggest insecurity and called out his whole life as a pathetic member of the white boy serial killer fandom shes such a good role model for girls

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Fun fact: According to Greek legend there was a famous prostitute who managed to avoid a death sentence by showing the judges her boobs and arguing that it would be a crime against the Gods to destroy something so beautiful. 

Before you ask, yes there are paintings of this. And yes, they’re amazing.

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We Had Women Photoshopped Into Stereotypical Comic Book Poses And It Got Really Weird

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self care is listening to Africa by Toto for 22 hours straight, staring into the void until all your feelings, impulses, muscles, and skin melt away and you are but a pile of bones vibrating along to 80’s synth wave

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legend

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hey today has been pretty rough could someone please rb this w a pic of john boyega smiling

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A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on strangers, which he was. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen. He went back into the bar, handily flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head without even looking and fired a shot into the ceiling.

“Which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?!”, he yelled with surprising forcefulness.

No one answered.

“Alright, I’m gonna have another beer, and if my horse ain’t back outside by the time I finish, I’m gonna do what I dun in Texas! And I don’t like to have to do what I dun in Texas!”

Some of the locals shifted restlessly. The man, true to his word, had another beer, walked outside, and his horse has been returned to the post.

He saddled up and started to ride out of town. The bartender wandered out of the bar and asked, “Say partner, before you go… what happened in Texas?”

The cowboy turned back and said, “I had to walk home.”