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So since Disney plus is coming out just want to let everyone one know the duckduckgo search engine is great at finding pirated movies and show sights

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[alternative post-credit scene for Spider-Man: ffh]

Ned: I’m sorry about the whole ‘mysterio is a lie’ thing Peter.

Peter: you know what really sucks? For a few days I was ecstatic because Beck was proof that a multiverses was real. I wanted to learn how to jump dimensions like him. But now I might never get to do it.

Miles Morales: *bursts out of a portal* I wouldn’t be so sure of that mini Pete.

Peter: WHAT THE FU-

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Squeaky leopard cubs. (via TheBigCatSanct) [press play to here cubs squeak]

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Songs really do be hitting different when you’ve experienced what they’re talking about.

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OKAY SIT DOWN SHUT UP, WE’RE GONNA TALK COLORS

THIS IS SAPPHIRE

THIS IS TEAL

THIS IS PERIWINKLE

THIS IS AZURE

 AND THIS IS TURQUOISE

WONDER WHY THOSE ALL DON’T LOOK LIKE THE SAME COLOR? BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT 

OTHER THAN BEING PART OF THE SAME FAMILY OF BLUES, THEY ARE NOT ALL THE SAME FUCKING COLOR! WHY WOULD THEY ALL BE THE SAME FUCKING COLOR! DO YOU THINK WE JUST NAME NEW COLORS FOR KICKS!?!?!?

WHEN DESCRIBING A CHARACTER’S GOD FORSAKEN EYE COLOR, PICK ONE YA GODDAMN HIPPIE

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Kid grabbing my arm in the store: How old are you?

Me: Five hundred and twelve. I watched the Hindenburg burn

Him: Did you see the titanic sink?

Me: No, it was in the middle of the ocean

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No one

Not a single soul

I mean literally no one:

Me: blunch

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Today I learned

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“Wait, wait, wait—Wait a moment, you idiot!” “What’re you getting so worked up over?”

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This person seems so pained…

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This is quite beautiful, dear

I wish it didn't have to change

I used to tire of the days when there was nothing to do, or when the days fell into monotony, repeating themselves over and over again, and now I find myself missing those days. The days of relaxation, when things were easier and stress was at a low.

I truly will miss those days, when me and the girls would eat lunch together. When our eyes would meet across the room, and we wouldn’t have to speak, for we know each other that well. When the teachers would say “pair up” and our eyes would seek each other out, partners till the end. When we could go over to each other’s houses and just talk, maybe even play with some animals.

I will surely miss the days when everyone is in the same town, just a small drive away, but I’m glad things will be changing. This change is only one step in the path of life, us following our destiny, and I know this change is necessary, and I welcome it.

Some day in the far off future, we can come back together, and when we do, we can enjoy the things we did before. The things of now. The things that started it all. It’s selfish of me, I know, but I wish it could be so. I want us to fly high together while we discover the unknown, for even though our journeys may be seperate, we will never walk alone.

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How infuriating

I actually had to tell a grown up man, who is close to his 50's, that it is wrong to assume of people when one doesn't know anything about someone. How? Well, here it is: I do not appreciate you badmouthing my sister in any manner. You don't know her or her friends. You don't know me. The only thing you know about the two of us is that we are the children of our mother. She is Not with "the wrong crowd." She surrounds herself with good people who help her further her education. She clearly stated, when she was young: "I don't want a boyfriend, for boys are disgusting," and guess what? She still says it to this day. Just because you had problems controlling your daughter does not mean my sister is the same as your daughter. My sister is smart. She does not bother herself with your misogynistic views. I cannot say where you went wrong, if anywhere, with your daughter, because I do not know her, and if I did, I would keep it to myself. Take a note, Mr, because you should be doing that too. Maybe you need the "ass-whopping" from your mother. Then you would learn to not talk about others as if you know them. Do not insult my sister again. She is a great person who you know nothing about

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I regret asking. . .

Ask a question and you'll get an answer, they say. Well, I asked. Never thought the answer would hurt. I was taking a buzzfeed question (they're truly vital for our existence), and one asked for my friend's opinions of me. Since I was not them, I ask my friends, knowing they wouldn't let me down. Without hesitation, they answered. They didn't even have to think about what my flaw was. Simply said it. And it was not what I expected. I learned that day that one must be prepared for any response when asking a question, else one shouldn't ask one to begin with, for they might get hurt, and it will burn despite the passage of time.