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fucking desu as shit

desu motherfucker, do you speak it?!
(Source: allyouneedisathneed)
fucking desu as shit

desu motherfucker, do you speak it?!
(Source: allyouneedisathneed)

s1e10, hide and q,
Fluffy hair!
I want to run my hands through it while I’m kissing him
WHAT AM I TYPING
Stop being so damn cute, Q.
I love you enough already.

A model TARDIS and a coffee mug.
I can be creative.
Baseball Bat and my phone.
ELEANNE AND THE COUCH. OKAY. I WIN.
Oh cool, I knew having my chainsaw and shotgun laying around was a good idea.
A water bottle and a cumpled up paper towel. Awesome…
Pillows. Just pillows… u_u
(Source: agiledash)
shout-out to that tumblr user that you can’t believe follows you
Every single one of you.
Seriously, why? I don’t even…
A cousin of mine sent me a message the other day.
Contained within was my sister’s phone number.
I have not spoken to her in over 5 years. Maybe close to 10.
None of us have.
She disappeared and severed contact with all of us.
Even our father.
Sometimes it slips my mind that I even have an older sister.
What do I even say to her?
“Hi, how’s it going?”
That just doesn’t seem right…so nonchalant.
“What the fuck? Where have you been? Why did you cut us out of your life?”
Seems too harsh.
This is actually causing me a good bit of anxiety.
I barely remember what she was like.
And what I do remember is probably irrelevant.
It’s been so long.
Shit, if I’m turning 26 this year, she’ll be 32.
She probably thinks I’m still the same kid I was at 14.
She probably doesn’t even know that our little brother has 2 kids.
Fuck.