Dancing in the rain

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confoundedinkentucky:

spermjackiavelli:

miss-nerdgasmz:

modifiedmermaid:

freemindfreebody:

swift-as-the-coursing-river:

jimcavill:

Because a man has to be a sociopath to love a woman with cellulite. Fuck this world. 

If all residents of hell look like Scarlett Johansson, I renounce my atheism and take up Satanism

whoever wrote this needs to be punched. a lot.

oh no 27. im 19 and have it, welcome to the non airbrushed real world

#that article is bullshit #i would pay anything to look as good as her #like goddamn

I’m 20 and I have stretch marks and cellulite.

I’m 31 year old male and would bite the shit out of her thighs. 

confoundedinkentucky:

spermjackiavelli:

miss-nerdgasmz:

modifiedmermaid:

freemindfreebody:

swift-as-the-coursing-river:

jimcavill:

Because a man has to be a sociopath to love a woman with cellulite. 
Fuck this world. 

If all residents of hell look like Scarlett Johansson, I renounce my atheism and take up Satanism

whoever wrote this needs to be punched. a lot.

oh no 27. im 19 and have it, welcome to the non airbrushed real world

#that article is bullshit #i would pay anything to look as good as her #like goddamn

I’m 20 and I have stretch marks and cellulite.

I’m 31 year old male and would bite the shit out of her thighs. 

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unexplained-events:

staragus:

unexplained-events:

When Caroline Walter of Freiburg, Germany died at the age of 16, her sister, ,Selma, had a sculptor cast a life size sculpture for the gravestone - Every morning since Caroline’s funeral, a fresh flower was found tucked in the crook of the arm, and still is to this day - Nobody knows who leaves it - Every single morning! - Caroline died in 1867 - For 146 years, someone has been leaving flowers…

Caroline totes had a vampire lover.

This is by far, my favorite theory.

unexplained-events:

staragus:

unexplained-events:

When Caroline Walter of Freiburg, Germany died at the age of 16, her sister, ,Selma, had a sculptor cast a life size sculpture for the gravestone - Every morning since Caroline’s funeral, a fresh flower was found tucked in the crook of the arm, and still is to this day - Nobody knows who leaves it - Every single morning! - Caroline died in 1867 - For 146 years, someone has been leaving flowers…

Caroline totes had a vampire lover.

This is by far, my favorite theory.

(via echrai)

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edgyspice:

megasilly:

okay okay but hear me out: wizarding tattoos

tattoos of cats that wind around your ankles, birds that fly across your back when you move, a wand that moves when you move your own wand, a map on the back of your hand that shows your current location

the possibilities are endless

"cool you have a cat tattoo can i see it?"

"uh i think it’s sleeping on my ass right now. maybe later."

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jethroq:

uusui:

c0rnmuffins:

uusui:

emma-relille-tunger:

uusui:

iceland is scary

are those giant marshmallows

we icelandic people harvest marshmallows, its the only thing that keeps us alive and healthy, every full moon the icelandic marshmallow god demands tons of giant marshmallows to be made in his honor, later these marshmallows gained its own consciousness and has been roaming around icelandic farms since then, so whenever you drive around iceland you will see these mysterious giant marshmallows in their natural habitat

Seriously though what the fuck are those

we icelandic people harvest marshmallows, its the only thing that keeps us alive and healthy, every full moon the icelandic marshmallow god demands tons of giant marshmallows to be made in his honor, later these marshmallows gained its own consciousness and has been roaming around icelandic farms since then, so whenever you drive around iceland you will see these mysterious giant marshmallows in their natural habitat

good try islander, but as every Finn knows, those are tractor eggs. A mother tractor lays eggs in a straight line, and over the winter, they develop from a soup of metal and plastic to first an RC car, to a moped, and hatch in the spring as a ATV. A summer in the fields and forests, and they grow up to be strong little tractors, until they first those that survive reach late stage adulthood as a harvester, and finally migrate to die in the great machine graveyards.

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