harrietbathman:

*pays stripper in trident layers*

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Ive seen, and theyre beautiful. Id go lesbian for you if youd like.

(doing reply cos i fuckign hate tumblr) ah nah bbs. I got.. movies. 

mikerickson:

i didn’t know it was possible to trust someone this much

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Crunch Bar.

That’s not even the worst of it. I eat kit kats and hershy kisses all day. (also miniature crunch bars. only on occasion thoo

peoplechange-whocares:

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I love your scars. Theyre you. I love you meggan.

I love you Sam. I think I’ll be more comfortable with my scars when I’m living on my own and won’t have to hide them anymore. 

I don’t completely understand, but I’m trying. Love you bby.

I’m sure you’ve seen the ones on my thighs and maybe even the ones on my upper arms. Yeah. My parents don’t know about those. But when I live on my own I can wear shorts and tank tops.

spoookyscary:

After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.

The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.

The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.

Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.

Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”

When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.

Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”

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I love your scars. Theyre you. I love you meggan.

I love you Sam. I think I’ll be more comfortable with my scars when I’m living on my own and won’t have to hide them anymore. 

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I like that song its my favorite.

It’s one of my favorites as well. (but then again I love all SA songs, so I guess they’re all my favorites.)

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theleftsideofmyroom:

When people quote The Perks of Being A Wallflower, why do they quote things like “And in that moment, I swear we were infinite,” or “We accept the love we think we deserve,” when there are gems like this.

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