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DON'T DROP THAT DUN DUNUN

I am a Psychology major who wants to be a doctor, but doesn't have enough drive to work on being one.
If being a doctor doesn't work, I'm going to be an astronaut/some kind of artist.

This blog primarily consists of reblogs and commentary with an occasional original post about mah lyfe.


I will not have Internet or cable until Tuesday

Today is like Saturday. This is going to be heeeeellllllll uuugh but I have that hot spot thing in my phone so I can use that for a little bit to send mah resume aaaahahahahahahhahahha fuck you

satinfromoldtown:


‘Bastard coated bastard with a bastard filling’ is going to become my new Jon tag. I would love it if it became THE new Jon tag. :D

satinfromoldtown:

‘Bastard coated bastard with a bastard filling’ is going to become my new Jon tag. I would love it if it became THE new Jon tag. :D

(via onlyalittlelion)

paralysedbeaver:

The final Stefon sketch from Saturday Night Live.

Fucking Anderson cooper

(via fernacular)

Chris Evans laughing with Anthony Mackie while filming Captain America: The Winter Soldier in D.C.

Dat bodah

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  • my final thought before making most decisions: fuck it
reading-thoughts:


edwardspoonhands:

Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…

These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming versethat what I wear puts swagger in my gait;though twenty shillings have I in my purse,my self-esteem and manhood both inflatewhen lofty furs I purchase for a cent.Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, thoughthey smell a trifle musty. Still, I spentmuch less to dress myself from head to toe.
To save or not to save? The question’s moot.I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.These dusty shelves will yield their hidden lootto those, like me, more frugal in their looks.Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.      - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”

reading-thoughts:

edwardspoonhands:

Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…

These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.

To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
     - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”

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