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Feel free to ask me anything :) I'm Nina, a sixteen year old catholic ginger living in America who rambles a lot in the tags.

itsstuckyinmyhead:

Why you should follow Denny’s on Tumblr

jamwingles:

downto142:

frettedtoflame:

renrevenge:



I’M FUCKING SCREAMING OMGGGGGG THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE 90S TO ROMANTICIZED BY NON-90S KIDS FUCK

I feel like a legend.

no one has ever cared about music more than sex. 

jamwingles:

downto142:

frettedtoflame:

renrevenge:

I’M FUCKING SCREAMING OMGGGGGG THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE 90S TO ROMANTICIZED BY NON-90S KIDS FUCK

I feel like a legend.

no one has ever cared about music more than sex. 

avenger-rogers:

Whoever you are, you understand me on a deep level.

avenger-rogers:

Whoever you are, you understand me on a deep level.

peperomint:

nail polish on fingernails: 2 days
nail polish on toenails: 200 years. ur ghost will have glittery toes. ur descendants will come out of the womb w/ revlon 791 midnight affair perfectly applied. infinite

stonelions:

bucky raids steve’s underwear drawer and then rebels against pants

stonelions:

bucky raids steve’s underwear drawer and then rebels against pants

lovelynobody00:

rizplease:



cryptaniac:



batromance:



how many times have this two broken up seriously











omg bruce, you are the dramatic teenage girl in this relationship

lovelynobody00:

rizplease:

cryptaniac:

batromance:

how many times have this two broken up seriously

image

image

omg bruce, you are the dramatic teenage girl in this relationship

galactic-kat:

wasarahbi:

emes:

leeantsypantsy:

all-aboutqoqo:



“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”




the last sentence

lmao what

There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this because it is my fave.

galactic-kat:

wasarahbi:

emes:

leeantsypantsy:

all-aboutqoqo:

“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”

the last sentence

lmao what

There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this because it is my fave.

benjaminhargreeves:

thedoctorknits:

i-effed-it-all-up:

im in one of those periods in my life where i cant focus on anything i cant finish an assignment i cant listen to one song for more than 5 seconds i cant sit through a tv show episode i cant finish a book i cant write a story

all i can do is stare blankly at the wall and wish i had something to do but everything i could do or want to do is just supremely unsatisfying

SOMEONE PUT IT IN WORDS THANKS YOU

Hey kids this is a symptom of depression

literallysame:


nohighs:

YOU REALLY THINK A FUCKIN PANCAKE IS GONNA FIX THIS HEATHER

I’ve reblogged this with like 3 different added captions and they all get me every time

literallysame:

nohighs:

YOU REALLY THINK A FUCKIN PANCAKE IS GONNA FIX THIS HEATHER

I’ve reblogged this with like 3 different added captions and they all get me every time

bagmilk:

people who scream when the teacher turns off the lights

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acidics:

I’m bringing this back

acidics:

I’m bringing this back

lacigreen:

farfromthepacific:

cigarettesandwaffles:

Me if you use those fingers correctly.

omg I almost spit out the water I was drinking 

a million gallons of fun

lacigreen:

farfromthepacific:

cigarettesandwaffles:

Me if you use those fingers correctly.

omg I almost spit out the water I was drinking 

a million gallons of fun

grey-violet:

thorin-and-twerkteam:

emotional abuse is when someone does something to hurt you, and when you express your feelings, that you’re upset, they turn it around to be something you did to hurt them and they force you to apologize for it, and your feelings, like always, are rendered invalid and silenced, forever damaging the ability to trust others with your feelings because they always are used against you.

this is important because so many people don’t know this

itscarororo:

"I can’t recall the taste of food… nor the sound of water… nor the feel of grass.."

-Frodo “S.A.D.” Baggins