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foresity:

Patchwork || Michael Poliza
fuckitandmovetobritain:

Hutton Le Hole, North Yorkshire, England, UK
divinespirit3:

(via Pinterest)
me: do ur homework
me: no

chemicalaccess:

can-u-not-my-wayward-son:

mrpondtyler:

eventualprocrastination:

rikotin:

i-aint-bovvered:

skarosoul:

danglingthpider:

notquiteluke:

nepeter:

im really mad because boobs sounds too hilarious, tits sounds too vulgar, breasts too pretentious and any other words just make me want to laugh

what word am i supposed to use while writing

rumble spheres

wibbly wobbly booby woobies

tatty-bo-jangles

human milk sacks

pillows for friends

sweater puppets

breasticles

boing boing bags

chesticles

(Source: shalrath, via lubricates)

questlon:

i broke up with my gym
we were just not working out

(via lubricates)

followthewestwind:

(via you’ve got a friend by achim)
chalriepace:

humansofnewyork:

"So do you sell drugs?" "No I’m only five"

#sounds like something a drug dealer would say

isnt:

i wonder if anyone else in the world has the same password as me

(Source: confirmance, via lubricates)

humansofnewyork:

"My father is a surgeon in Pakistan. One day when I was in ninth grade, he picked me up from school, and told me that we needed to check on one of his patients before going home. When we got to the hospital, he asked me if I wanted to come inside. I told him I’d rather wait in the car, but he insisted. He took me up to the room of one of his patients. There was a woman lying in bed. My father had removed a tumor from her face, and then he’d restructured the bone to repair the damage. As soon as the woman saw my father, she started crying and kissing his hand. She’d already paid for the surgery. Yet she was still that grateful. She acted as if he’d given her new life. That was the day I decided I wanted to go into medicine."

(Source: blog.avisiblesignofmyown.com, via tooweirdto-live-toorareto-die)