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the quote made it
Here we see the holy food of God
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Those people on Tumblr you never talk to but you reblog each other so you assume you are friends.
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The beginning is always the hardest part. ;_;
Call me Ishmael, but in my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since: it is a truth universally acknowledged that happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way, yet Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

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i’m crying, imagine the ultra sound of a baby and its got a little helmet and a gun and the doctors all like “congrats, its an american!”
you didn’t

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Georges son calls from Hogwarts on the first day of school terrified and keeps asking if George is okay, he reassures him that everything is alright but asks why he would ask that. Georges son explains that he thought he had died because he could have sworn he had seen a ghost that looked just like him joking around with the older students
STOP DIS RIGHT NOW
first of all, fuck you
Thanks Satan.
Enter the Cuervo →
Day 4 of Tigreposting: Side A: Enter the Cuervo
Yep, the old site I used to watch it is gone, so y’all better get used to links instead of videos u_u
Prime time reblog
Fistfull of Collars →
Also I decided to post them in tandem. As it shouldv’e been from the start.
SIde B: Fistful of Collars
Prime time reblog





