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theacenightwatch:


classicdaisycalico:

thepyrobotsoul:

nutritionbeast:

This is what happens when a smoker quits. Pass it on.

This is so important

How does this not have more notes?! Seriously, take the time to read this because it could save a life. Or SEVERAL.

I like this better than the anti-smoking advertisements on TV that try to scare the shit out of you.

theacenightwatch:

classicdaisycalico:

thepyrobotsoul:

nutritionbeast:

This is what happens when a smoker quits. Pass it on.

This is so important

How does this not have more notes?! Seriously, take the time to read this because it could save a life. Or SEVERAL.

I like this better than the anti-smoking advertisements on TV that try to scare the shit out of you.

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sweetfucktory:

yeffyaboyuice:

yeffyaboyuice:

yeffyaboyuice:

yeffyaboyuice:

The story behind this is we a played Halloween hide an seek in the dark. My brother took so long to be found that people were texting him asking him where he was. All he replied with was “spoop” and “14 inches flaccid”

When we found him he was blogging on tumblr. He got the prize of course.

Guys don’t encourage my brother it only makes him stronger

GUYS SERIOUSLY IF HE SEES THIS HE’LL COME TO MY HOUSE AND GIVE ME A JACKASS GRIN I SWE AA R

WHO TOLD HIM
WHO TOLD HIM

CRAWLING IN MY SKIN THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEAL

i only get stronger the more everyone sees this

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john-barowman:


dontwakethedragons:

what-is-gmans-gender:

loveurlittlethings7:

linalovesonedirection:

onedgirl2299:

Good kisser;)


Good kisser

After seeing a strange but convincing post on her dash, Sarah decides to test its theory. She begins holding her breath—an easy task for a first-chair clarinet—and carefully clicks “reblog”. The post becomes lighter as the loading icon appears, spinning in the center like the circle of life itself. Suddenly, her computer shuts down as it runs out of battery. The girl frantically begins searching for her laptop charger, still holding her breath with a determined will. She won’t lose this fight. As her computer begins to turn on, she pounds the wall beside her in frustration as she notices the Windows mandatory update screen—once a simple annoyance, it is now the key that seals her fate. “Come on, come on!” she whispers, afraid to use up too much of her precious air supply, now dwindling as the percentage slowly increases. 35%. Her lungs are on fire, but she cannot give up. 50%. Black spots begin to cloud her vision. 70%. Feeling faint, she leans back and tries to keep her racing mind focused on the task at hand. 85%. Mere seconds remain. 99%. … Just as it hits 100%, her screen comes to life, but the girl can’t take it anymore and promptly passes out, knocking over the poorly-placed lit candle on her dresser. It ignites the pile of school papers on the ground, and within minutes the whole house is ablaze. Fortunately, Sarah lives alone, and only one life is taken in the tragic accident. It’s a shame that she put so much trust in the internet with such a personal matter as kissing. Perhaps she should’ve just asked her girlfriend instead, thus saving all of this trouble.

reblog or sarah’s lips will haunt you and give you bad luck for eight years

welcome to night vale

john-barowman:

dontwakethedragons:

what-is-gmans-gender:

loveurlittlethings7:

linalovesonedirection:

onedgirl2299:

Good kisser;)

Good kisser

After seeing a strange but convincing post on her dash, Sarah decides to test its theory. She begins holding her breath—an easy task for a first-chair clarinet—and carefully clicks “reblog”. The post becomes lighter as the loading icon appears, spinning in the center like the circle of life itself. Suddenly, her computer shuts down as it runs out of battery. The girl frantically begins searching for her laptop charger, still holding her breath with a determined will. She won’t lose this fight. As her computer begins to turn on, she pounds the wall beside her in frustration as she notices the Windows mandatory update screen—once a simple annoyance, it is now the key that seals her fate. “Come on, come on!” she whispers, afraid to use up too much of her precious air supply, now dwindling as the percentage slowly increases. 35%. Her lungs are on fire, but she cannot give up. 50%. Black spots begin to cloud her vision. 70%. Feeling faint, she leans back and tries to keep her racing mind focused on the task at hand. 85%. Mere seconds remain. 99%. … Just as it hits 100%, her screen comes to life, but the girl can’t take it anymore and promptly passes out, knocking over the poorly-placed lit candle on her dresser. It ignites the pile of school papers on the ground, and within minutes the whole house is ablaze. Fortunately, Sarah lives alone, and only one life is taken in the tragic accident. It’s a shame that she put so much trust in the internet with such a personal matter as kissing. Perhaps she should’ve just asked her girlfriend instead, thus saving all of this trouble.

reblog or sarah’s lips will haunt you and give you bad luck for eight years

welcome to night vale