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thekamstermck-fallen-angel:

a-soldiers-fallen-angel:

weteevee:

parents when they can’t get a hold of you: “i called TWICE AND YOU DIDN’T PICK UP”

me when i can’t get a hold of my parents: “I BROKE MY LEG. I CALLED UR CELL 11 TIMES, UR WORK PHONE 7 TIMES, AND SENT YOU 23 TEXTS, AND NO RESPONSE”

my parents: “wow sorry i was busy”

The Winchesters Everyone

I shouldn’t have laughed as hard as I did

(Source: flygoing)

lamiroirr:

constantlyrambling:

treesandfangs:

mansfrombelow:

amphetameme:

trans women in seattle: do not see dr rob killian

he treats trans women as if they were cis men, and will threaten to take away your hormones if you disagree with him (and will go through with it!)

I HAVE SOME FRIENDS IN THIS AREA SO UM. LET’S NOT LET THAT HAPPEN. PLEASE AVOID THIS MISOGYNIST

WOW OKAY SPREADING THE WORD TO EVERY TRANS WOMAN I KNOW

foryourhealthandsafety

(Source: manshamer)

Why does that obstinate little voice in our heads torment us so? Could it be because it reminds us that we are alive, of our mortality, of our individual souls – which, after all, we are too afraid to surrender but yet make us feel more miserable than any other thing? It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one’s burned tongues and skinned knees, that one’s aches and pains are all one’s own. Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us. Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that’s why we’re so anxious to lose them, don’t you think?
Donna Tartt, The Secret History
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