One day it just gets better. There’s no explanation or reason why. You just wake up and you’re not angry anymore.
— (via renefields)
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hannibb:

who wears the pants in the relationship? well preferably no one will be wearing pants

z-co:

one of my coworkers got a call (i work in a call center/tech support) from a customer that was really scared because supposedly the mafia was hacking her computer and they were stalking her…when finally my coworker took remote control of the computer he couldn’t stop laughing because

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stunningpicture:

It’s all a matter of perspective

stunningpicture:

It’s all a matter of perspective

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dozydozy:

Frank Turner secret gig at Old No. 7 in Barnsley

Photos by Roseanna Hanson, please ask permission before using

www.roseannahanson.com

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  • 15-year-old me: MOM I'm practically an ADULT ugggh you never let me do ANYTHING in olden times i could get MARRIED *eye roll into another dimension*
  • me now: for my birthday i want food and to stay on your health insurance
  • 17-year-olds: When I have a job I'm gonna have my own apartment and I'm gonna gets lots of tattoos and piercings and I'm gonna go to lots of concerts and oh yeah I'm gonna go backpacking across Europe!!
  • 20-somethings: Hey can I borrow a dollar so I can buy some more dollar store macaroni and cheese

Annie Mac + a bottle of wine in the bath.

agentotter:

jacobtheloofah:

no but the best part is how he got the name:
his name was originally “potatoes,” and his owner, willoughby bertie, told the stable lad who helped him to write the horse’s name on a feed bin. the boy misheard it as, literally “pot-eight-o’s” and wrote it with 8 o’s. bertie found it so funny that he kept that as the horses name.

This is the most beautiful horse-related story I’ve ever heard.

agentotter:

jacobtheloofah:

no but the best part is how he got the name:

his name was originally “potatoes,” and his owner, willoughby bertie, told the stable lad who helped him to write the horse’s name on a feed bin. the boy misheard it as, literally “pot-eight-o’s” and wrote it with 8 o’s. bertie found it so funny that he kept that as the horses name.

This is the most beautiful horse-related story I’ve ever heard.

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please be as weird as me please be as weird as me please be as weird as me
— me every time I meet someone   (via electric-daisy-forest)
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Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he callin’ me NyQuil
— William Shakespeare (via greed)
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voldey:

who did it better?

butitsnicetoday:

I can’t stop thinking about lasagne

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