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larrystylinsonislife:

ok so maybe im seeing things but see in this photo yeh

i can’t see where harry’s right arm is going?? it’s not on lou’s shoulder or waist. also, it’s as if louis is putting his hand in his pocket but he’s not he’s like missing it, as you can see when you zoom in -

wait

what’s that i see

are those harry’s little fingers???

boyfriends make me cry

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sarahfjeff:

Daaawh #cat #foldedears #cute #catsofinstagram

psychofactz:

More Facts on Psychofacts :)

vans-supreme:

long-sleeves-and-bandages:

depresssive:

fatricianomore:

diggy-liz:

uhgly:

iwontstandinyourway:

learning-to-love-myself:

nothingishappyanymore:

If Barbie was an actual woman, she would be 5’9” tall, have a 39” bust, an 18” waist, 33” hips and a size 3 shoe.
• Barbie calls this a “full figure” and likes her weight at 110 lbs.
• At 5’9” tall and weighing 110 lbs, Barbie would have a BMI of 16.24 and fit the weight criteria for anorexia. She likely would not menstruate.
• If Barbie was a real woman, she’d have to walk on all fours due to her proportions.
• Slumber Party Barbie was introduced in 1965 and came with a bathroom scale permanently set at 110 lbs with a book entitled “How to Lose Weight” with directions inside stating simply “Don’t eat.”
i’m always reblogging this.
I’ve reblogged this a million times and will ALWAYS reblog it. She is so beautiful…It’s a great message.

I always reblog this when I see it on my dash.

You cant just NOT reblog this

so fucking perfect.

All the more reason to hate creepy dolls. ;)

this is probably why I tore off all of the heads of every Barbie I’ve ever received

so in love with this. perfect.

THAT IS THE MOST TERRIFYING THING IVE EVER HEARD!! IMAGINE BEING IN A DARK HALLWAY AND LOOKING TO SEE BARBIE CROUCHED AND NAKED SCUTTLING TOWARDS YOU AT HIGH SPEED. HOLY SHIT!

same
how do you NOT reblog this

onlyamethyst:

orgasm:

sleaz-e:

williambeckett:

i-rrelevantthoughts:

sleaz-e:

So there’s this guy that comes into Jimmy Johns every single Tuesday with his wife. She would order a BLT he would get a #1 and every time they both would get a soda, and split a cookie. But recently, about two months ago, his wife died of cancer (she always wore a bandana on her head from her hair-loss from chemotherapy.) But still, every single Tuesday, he comes in and orders his #1, a BLT for her, two sodas, and a cookie that he breaks in half, and sits at the table that they always used to sit at. He eats his food and stares out the window most of the time, probably waiting for her to come back to their special spot.

This breaks my heart.

what does he do with her food thats such a waste

He usually just leaves it there and we end up throwing it away.. It always makes me feel guilt for throwing her food out.

How can you say that is a waste of food as your response to that whole story? Lighten up and read the story. That gave me instant chills though.

Crying.

myskinnybones:

Thank god for the clitoris