thedailywhat:

Fun Fact of the Day: And by “fun” I mean STOP SOPA.

[@skulled / pleatedjeans.]

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It feels good to get home and stretch out in my own bed… but it’s even nicer to know that it’ll only be a couple days before I get to snuggle up next to the boyfriend again.

Oh, the little things I look forward to in life.

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pew pew pew pew pew pew pew

Reblogging this for Kayleigh and Cilla, of course.

PEW PEW PEW.

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Having someone brush it, run their fingers through it, play with it in ANY way… I will be a happy camper. Definitely on my short-list of favorite things.

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If I ever get married, or settle down with someone, or whatever… I want this. A fingerprint wedding band. Beautiful.

Falling asleep alone makes me feel lonely. Imagine that! I miss that feeling of safety.

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hazor:

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I’ve reblogged this before, but I still love this Blackberry Advertisement.

Butterflies, always. Love it. Never gets old.

You give me a reason. Period. That’s it.

And I couldn’t thank you enough if I tried.

THIS. Circa grades 6 thru 11. Just sayin’. Hahahaha.

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All of these facebook statuses that are starting to show up like, “I’m __ weeks and craving _______” are already dumb. It’s kind of funny to see people get in a tizzy over it for a second, but I hope every single girl who reposts it realizes that they’re not actually promoting breast cancer awareness or anything. People freak out, find out what it means, and move on… you’re not saving anyone with your temporarily mildly shocking facebook status.

“This is to raise Breast Cancer awareness!”
“Oh, alright… what are you trying to make sure people are aware of about it?”
“Hm, well… just that it exists, I guess. I have absolutely no other useful information to provide you with now that you’re interested. I’m not actually aware of much more myself.”
“… okay, I’ll go back to the internet, now.”

I finally finished the book I’ve been reading.  Now that I’m through, I can almost relate how I felt reading it to how I feel in life right now… and that would be antsy. I could not seem to read fast enough. Every time I turned the page, I’d cross my fingers and hope that the series of events and meaning of it all would finally make sense to me. That something would happen to reassure me that the story was, in fact, going anywhere at all.