ladykatiekay:

allofmylovetess:

thedailylaughs:

daddysplaydoll:

saladofrob:

dawwwwwww he/she thinks they’re people

This is so cute omg

But what if its a cat that used to be human but it was turned into a cat by a curse or spell or something

go to bed

McGonagall after a hard day of dealing with magical youngins

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yokhakidfiasco:

thisistwig:

satanrain:

Me

whaaat

still worth reblogging

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ambivalentlyyours:

“How we need another soul to cling to.” 
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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genies:

If u sit during a concert you’re weak and you won’t survive the apocalypse

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andrewthepoet:

One time I went on a date to the Olive Garden and I ordered the seafood pasta. I open up one of the muscle oyster things and low and behold there is a tiny crab in there. I freak out and think it’s the craziest thing ever. I keep talking to my then girlfriend about this tiny crab. How hilariously wonderful it is that the little dude crawled in there in the ocean only to become a freaky little part of my pasta. She is very unamused and clearly wants me to shut the hell up about this tiny crab and be a normal person. She is 0% excited about the tiny crab. 

The waitress comes over eventually and is like ‘hey how’s the meal?’ and I’m like ‘awesome, but you gotta check this out! i found a tiny crab in here!’ and waitress freaks out and thinks its awesome. And she is like ‘can I take this to show everyone else?’ and I’m all like ‘hells yeah.’ So she does and everyone else that works there thinks it’s awesome.

Girlfriend SUPER annoyed.

The End.

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there-there-emmarie:

there-there-emmarie:

there-there-emmarie:

there-there-emmarie:

It’s 2 am and the shot of vodka I just took tastes exactly like your name

It’s 3 am and this vodka is starting to taste less like your name and more like your lips

It’s 4 am and I just realized the vodka doesn’t taste like your lips or your name. It tastes like the last thing you screamed before you slammed the door, “goodbye”

My own drunken words speak more truth then you ever did.

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nostalgiabyveidt:

onlinewifey:

smack that ass from 8 feet away

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more like smack myself in the eye and cry for a few hours

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peterpayne:

According to the Internet, this is what Europeans think breakfast in America is like.

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