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gardentackett: carolinasound: am-i-alwaysthis-crazy: simon—-bellamy: heymallory: wehaveshittoavenge: yanagoya: Imma the boss of Loki.  Finally everything is right in the universe.  worshipped by erik selvig, um okay then asdfghjkl Had babies with Nick Fury. is actually the child of Phil Coulson yep this is accurate being stalked by nick fury. omg. Got kidnapped by Thor. got trolled by Nick Fury. really? i couldn’t be isolated on an island with the Black Widow? ugh. Being stalked by Thor. Fuck yeah. I wouldn’t mind.

gardentackett:

carolinasound:

am-i-alwaysthis-crazy:

simon—-bellamy:

heymallory:

wehaveshittoavenge:

yanagoya:

Imma the boss of Loki. 

Finally everything is right in the universe. 

worshipped by erik selvig, um okay then asdfghjkl

Had babies with Nick Fury.

is actually the child of Phil Coulson

yep

this is accurate

being stalked by nick fury. omg.

Got kidnapped by Thor.

got trolled by Nick Fury. really? i couldn’t be isolated on an island with the Black Widow? ugh.

Being stalked by Thor. Fuck yeah. I wouldn’t mind.

(Source: pigtailedrhapsody)

last night

I sort of kind of did two things I said I wouldn’t.

I had a hell of a time.

I kissed a hot Finnish girl tonight, I don’t even care

Hungary in a few hours.

Whoa. No sleeeeep.

I care not.

I get with better girls than you and I am not even into girls that much.

This is what winning the break up looks like, Bitch.

No body wants to fuck you. No body. They have no idea how much they don’t want to. 

It seems I was the best you could get here, and actually I was an idiot for all the time I wasted on you. I have so many better options now. I wish I had stayed single this whole time. Who knows what kind of mischief I’d be in my now.

 Note to self: no boyfriends ever again ever. EVER. Seriously.

amidnightmarauder:

tikabitchie:

beautyinaworldfullofchaos:

bevin:

Tonight I was hit with a hand full of eggs and huge rock on my back and called “Nigger” by a white guy in the backseat of a dark blue truck as I was riding my bike on Westheimer and Jeanetta. They drove too fast for me to get the license plate number. I had to get a cop to drive me home. This night makes me wonder how blacks did it back in the day, and why the community is looking the way it is now. I am trying not to cry, but I am in physical pain from the rock and not understanding why I deserved this.

uugh

wow its 2012 really?

And white ppl wonder why sometimes we can’t fuck w/ em.

the irony that i just had a discussion about racism still existing on my tumblr. smh.

Jesus Christ! Where did this happen? This sounds like something that would happen where I grew up. Fucking assholes. I want to hug this girl right now.

(via jawnhawtson)

I love these kinds of dreads. I will really make them someday. When I am braver than now.

I love these kinds of dreads. I will really make them someday. When I am braver than now.

(via humanambition)

Creeps are my type. What it is with Scandinavians? He looks innocent and blondie but he’s a powerful man. The sad thing is he has lost his appeal over the years.

Creeps are my type.

What it is with Scandinavians?

He looks innocent and blondie but he’s a powerful man. The sad thing is he has lost his appeal over the years.

(Source: vvhitevvalls)

fuckyeahbookarts: msnbc: Maurice Sendak, the children’s author and illustrator best known for the 1963 classic “Where the Wild Things Are,” has died at age 83. The Brooklyn-born author lost many family members in the Holocaust and spent time in bed with health problems as a child. After seeing the Disney movie “Fantasia” at the age of 12, he resolved to become an illustrator. Image:  Ls  /  AP file Sendak on death: “I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more. … What I dread is the isolation. … There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.”

fuckyeahbookarts:

msnbc:

Maurice Sendak, the children’s author and illustrator best known for the 1963 classic “Where the Wild Things Are,” has died at age 83.

The Brooklyn-born author lost many family members in the Holocaust and spent time in bed with health problems as a child. After seeing the Disney movie “Fantasia” at the age of 12, he resolved to become an illustrator.

Image:  Ls  /  AP file

Sendak on death: “I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more. … What I dread is the isolation. … There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.”

(via thediamondplanet)

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