If you’re a teen you must follow this blog.

If you’re a teen you must follow this blog.

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crazyguitarcruco:

DOOO WEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOO

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unwinona:

ninjasexfarty:

Important, always-relevant comic done by the wonderful Ursa Eyer.

THIS THIS THIS

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bringmeknitting:

hellyeahpenguinsofmadagascar:

The Penguins of Madagascar | November 26, 2014

oH MY GOD

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justmargaret:

hiddenhogwarts:

After Fred died George developed a line of Cheering Chocolates, Nightmare Nougat and Memory Mallow for himself and others with PTSD. 

Eventually he expanded the line to Safe Silent Sparklers for those with sound sensitivities or triggers and Trigger Talismans which vibrate and block out sound when a trigger is said so that the wearer can leave. 

HEADCANON SIGNED, SEALED, DELIVERED, AND ACCEPTED.

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knuffelvos:

wear your war paint

whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”

wear your war paint and kick ass

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molly-morrow:

I share this sentiment sincerely. 

knee-uh:

GUYS I GOT TO THIS EPISODE. I’M CRYING.  (x)

ohlivyuhuxtable:

When I was a little boy, I was more like a 67 year old gay man that’s kinda over it sexually, ya know? I was just like an old queen. I would come onto the recess yard and be like, “Everyone, get out of my way! I just want to sit here and feed my birds.” The gym teacher would tell me to play kickball, and I’d be like, “you want me to do whaaaat?”

ohlivyuhuxtable:

When I was a little boy, I was more like a 67 year old gay man that’s kinda over it sexually, ya know? I was just like an old queen. I would come onto the recess yard and be like, “Everyone, get out of my way! I just want to sit here and feed my birds.” The gym teacher would tell me to play kickball, and I’d be like, “you want me to do whaaaat?”