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Hey I'm Halsey! Swiggity swooty I'm coming for the booty.

taylorswift:

Thank you for re-blogging that!

taylorswift:

youareinloves:

taylor swift is like that aunt that tries to be “hip” with the young’ns and “with the times” and then asks you what does bae stand for and after you tell her she starts calling everything bae even the lamp next to the couch

HEY YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE LAMP NEXT TO MY COUCH AND I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT IT IS, IN FACT, VERY MUCH BAE.

tepitome:

So, this is a real place. 

The Fly Geyser in Nevada, USA.  

downpourbehindthesea:

@petewentz: Teaching a DIY punk arts and crafts class right now

downpourbehindthesea:

@petewentz: Teaching a DIY punk arts and crafts class right now

sheepalicious:

takeawaysthepain:

nentindo:

how do beliebers still even exist

How do dumbasses still exist?

thats literally the exact same question

its-okay-were-nice:

theoddsrnevernourfavour:

buzzfeed:

It’s been a really wild year on this website.

I CANT FUCKING BREATHE.

the last one

lameborghini:

*lovingly calls u a lil shit*

merylstreepismymom:

"what does your tattoo mean?"

It means I wanted it so I fucking got it

Anonymous said: What's the most illegal thing you ever did?

almanzapedia:

At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.

So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.

SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.

She refused to fix my grade.

In the end, she shit herself on stage.

I didn’t regret it.