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im alex and this is the cool kids blog

  • ugly:

    how are people turned off by tattoos they are so fucking hot

  • itsstuckyinmyhead:

    School and Tumblr photoset

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  • let’s see you try to unfollow me without any arms

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  • shubbabang:

    So I work at target now and one of my favorite things to do when I hear something in the next aisle fall is to drop what I’m doing and stand at the end of that aisle like so:

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  • chosoko:

reminder that i dont have a single art class but go down to the AP class 3x a day and either do nothing or use 1/4 cup of paint to make these horrible orangutan paintings and i plan to make more

    chosoko:

    reminder that i dont have a single art class but go down to the AP class 3x a day and either do nothing or use 1/4 cup of paint to make these horrible orangutan paintings and i plan to make more

    (Source: choskiy)

  • flygex-eatin-on-softies:

    i’m sorry for my followers but i’m on an ouran kick and i just 

    (Source: maple-moose)

  • stardustcrumb:

    You can see the difference in how these characters were brought up clearly from the younger years. Harry if you remember has to be prompted to tell his name, most likely because the Dursley’s hated to acknowledge he is important. Ron, as an afterthought tells his name as though he always gets a head of himself and must be reminded all the time to tell others who he is. While Hermione recites her name as though she has walked up to so many kids trying to make friends, because her parents told her the easiest way to make friends is to introduce yourself. And finally Draco leads with his family name because it shows his pure blood status and sets him above the rest; it is what makes him important and special, and his last name is the only thing that matters. Yet in the end war does not care what your name is, it hurts without discrimination, and that is what the second gifs display all to well.

    (Source: the--boy--who---lived)

  • transdimensionalboundaries:

    dirtybetanerd:

    kedreeva:

    8bitrevolver:

    This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

    A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

    Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

    All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

    Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

    Let me tell to you a thing.

    This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

    She was perfect.

    But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

    I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

    A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

    They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

    This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

    I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

    Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

    So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.

    FUCKING IMPORTANT

    The STORY THOUGH.


  • indigoire:

    fukuzawayumi-archive:

    のほも is such a good word?? the concept is kind of hard to fully get across in translation, but basically it means a feeling of pure, deep, platonic affection, and i think thats beautiful

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    You son of a bitch. 

  • jcasanovaandrsn:

If this shit isn’t inspiring, I don’t know what is.

    jcasanovaandrsn:

    If this shit isn’t inspiring, I don’t know what is.

    (Source: jairustehvirus)


  • lizziemcganja:

    "whore" before the 1800s: a prostitute

    "whore" in the 1900s: a woman that is permiscuous

    "whore" in the 2000s: a woman

  • hittower:

oh my gosh, look at their butts

    hittower:

    oh my gosh, look at their butts

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  • doctorwhothefuckareyou:

    kailivesinabox:

    in french we don’t say “i love you”, we say “vous recevez une heure supplémentaire dans la piscine à balles” which roughly translates to “you are my sun, my stars, my everything” and i think that’s beautiful

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