yourlittleharmonicaishammered:


R: Can you believe what a jerk Ross was being?M:  Yeah, I know. He can get really competitive.P: “Hello Kettle, this is Monica. You’re black!”M: Please. I am not as bad as Ross.



yourlittleharmonicaishammered:


R: Can you believe what a jerk Ross was being?M:  Yeah, I know. He can get really competitive.P: “Hello Kettle, this is Monica. You’re black!”M: Please. I am not as bad as Ross.



yourlittleharmonicaishammered:


R: Can you believe what a jerk Ross was being?M:  Yeah, I know. He can get really competitive.P: “Hello Kettle, this is Monica. You’re black!”M: Please. I am not as bad as Ross.



yourlittleharmonicaishammered:


R: Can you believe what a jerk Ross was being?M:  Yeah, I know. He can get really competitive.P: “Hello Kettle, this is Monica. You’re black!”M: Please. I am not as bad as Ross.



yourlittleharmonicaishammered:


R: Can you believe what a jerk Ross was being?M:  Yeah, I know. He can get really competitive.P: “Hello Kettle, this is Monica. You’re black!”M: Please. I am not as bad as Ross.



yourlittleharmonicaishammered:


R: Can you believe what a jerk Ross was being?M:  Yeah, I know. He can get really competitive.P: “Hello Kettle, this is Monica. You’re black!”M: Please. I am not as bad as Ross.



yourlittleharmonicaishammered:


R: Can you believe what a jerk Ross was being?M:  Yeah, I know. He can get really competitive.P: “Hello Kettle, this is Monica. You’re black!”M: Please. I am not as bad as Ross.



yourlittleharmonicaishammered:


R: Can you believe what a jerk Ross was being?M:  Yeah, I know. He can get really competitive.P: “Hello Kettle, this is Monica. You’re black!”M: Please. I am not as bad as Ross.

yourlittleharmonicaishammered:

R: Can you believe what a jerk Ross was being?
M:  Yeah, I know. He can get really competitive.
P: “Hello Kettle, this is Monica. You’re black!”
M: Please. I am not as bad as Ross.

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When I Am Dead, My Dearest

observando:

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress-tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.”

―Christina Rossetti, The Complete Poems

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My brother got his PhD and this is what he is proud of

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haleighbaleighbee:

fashioninfographics:

How many times can you wear it between washes?

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Huh. I think this is the most important thing I’ve ever reblogged.

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leonkumquat:

when my dad was in college he had a friend who told a girl he’d take her on a date unlike any other she’d ever been on and so he took her to the supermarket to watch the lobsters fighting in the lobster tank

they’re married now

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Poor boyfriend has to come to a family BBQ…. ❤️

y0itskameron:

I’m the type that loves clingy. You can’t sleep at 3 am, maybe 4? That’s okay, call me. I don’t mind if you wake me up. You’re never annoying to me, no matter how many times you call or text me. I love it. I love that you care so much.

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plantdust:

i need clear skin by yesterday

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