Why the hell am I here?

excusemeandmyexistence:

speakthetruthoutoflove:

This. Is. Great.

Oh captain, my captain

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I smell like her, something floral and clean and something I can’t quite identify. I forgot how much I love that smell. I sit here and I catch random whiifs and smile. But it’s not permanent, nothing really is. If anything this week has showed me this. Being in college really shows you that life has this strange sort of impermanence. I solidly exist here nor there. It’s a strange feeling.

For 9 months I lived in a room, called it my own, was surrounding by 18 other people who were my friends, it became my home. But it’s not anymore. I don’t live there now. Now there is an empty room devoid of all the things that made it personal, that made it mine. It’s an impersonal dorm room again. It was the weirdest feeling to leave that room and look back and not see my things decorating the walls. To see blankness where there once was color. It’s weird to reach down to my key ring and not feel the familiar ridges of that little piece of metal that gave me access to my home. I don’t quite understand how it is so easy to exist one place, and then suddenly not. There’s no mark to show I was there, tangibly. Only the people I lived with will remember that I was ever there at all. 

meme4u:

98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.

though a well recognized fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living entirely off his monthly state pension of 80 euros and the kindness of others.

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Whether it be fanfiction, original stories, drabbles, songs, poems, books, or anything that has to do with creative words, then reblog. Let’s gather all the writers of Tumblr together.

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kitsunecoffee:

maycontainninjas:

jenniwrenninorlando:

Went to visit my friend’s apartment in Patterson and LOOK WHAT I FOUND!

oh my god

SCREAMING

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filthytricksyhobbitses:

guys

perfume

that smells like books

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hgwellsy:

mullingod:

Obama at White House Correspondents’ dinner. [x]

even obama is done with taylor’s shit

i’m not even mad

samwinchestershipsdestiel:

colormecrimson:

twitturds:

Did I Already Reblog That? the musical

Featuring the hit song, “Probably, But I Don’t Care.”

And the big group number, I’ve Reblogged This Seven Times Today With Slight Variations

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quimbycub:

stanakatic-equestrian:

the1janitor:

liketotryit:

Just a note: It’s not Office Depot that’s saying this. It’s the nonprofit Florida Family Association sending this message to Office Depot.

I love how basically the entire thing is underlined LOL

everything about this makes me want to scream. i mean “a high percentage of them would have ended up taking the straight heterosexual path.” i just-

Im having a hard time believing this real…like, its a joke, right?

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robiningravens:

well-written villains with tragic pasts (◕‿◕✿)

well-written villains who are bad just because they are bad (◕‿◕✿)

well-written villains with sympathetic motives (◕‿◕✿)

well-written villains with evil motives (◕‿◕✿)

well-written villains with a chance of redemption (◕‿◕✿)

well-written villains with no chance of redemption (◕‿◕✿)

well-written villains (◕‿◕✿)

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sodamnrelatable:

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