Who is this idiot? By all means, keep taking pictures. #Wholock http://t.co/Cx3G18ou — Weeping Angel (@WeepingAngelPR)
When the teacher looks at you while teaching a...
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leatherpantsandarrows: fenfan: leatherpantsandarrows: fenfan started following you Wow, there’s a lot of you. Hey there, I’m Clint. Who are you, gorgeous? My name’s Mallisa. Nice to meet you Clint. And you don’t look so bad yourself. It’s a pleasure, Mallisa. How are you this evening? Got any plans? I’m actually having a nice evening. I don’t have any specific plans, just...
leatherpantsandarrows: fenfan started following you Wow, there’s a lot of you. Hey there, I’m Clint. Who are you, gorgeous? My name’s Mallisa. Nice to meet you clit. And you don’t look so bad yourself.
day off: tumblr
need to study: tumblr
shitty weather: tumblr
wonderful and sunny weather: tumblr
plans with other people: tumblr
in class: tumblr
supposed to be sleeping: tumblr
on the bus: tumblr
the apocalypse: tumblr
during my own funeral: tumblr
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An unattractive photo of Tom Hiddleston:
lladysif asked: I thank you for the follow. If you mean harm to Asgard then I warn you, we will not stand for it, if not then welcome
videovriska: today this girl walked onto the bus holding a box really carefully, and when someone asked what it was, she said it was a kitten apparently it was hiding out in some boxes on campus somewhere she pulls this itty bitty potato-sized kitten out of the box and the entire goddamn bus collectively “awws” usually it is loud and chaotic on the bus but this time it was so quiet everyone...
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thesuperwholockleviathan: Martin Freeman, ladies and gentlemen.
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thenextdragonborn: internet-boy: my mom asked me if thor was an anime…. loki onii-chan why are you so mean uguu
stray-child: He was resisting — Thor looks simply lovely.
A single flower, lay upon these darkened shores. Beneath the soft light of Stars and Moon, the sound of waves, washes gently ashore and the pale, fragile being, gazes skyward silently. As I walk, lost in shadowed musings, a cool breeze caresses the shining dunes. The lone flower sighs into the wind. Twinkling stars are lost in black petals, splayed out, around porcelain and jade. … I sit...