Dylan O’ Brien when reading the tweet: "Why the hell are Stiles and Lydia in the same bed?"
*me at a party* so who wants to talk about intersectionality in feminism?
all I care about is stydia. life revolves around stydia. people pay in stydia. air has been replaced with stydia. stydia. stydia. stydia.
You can take away my suits, you can take away my home, but there’s one thing you can never take away from me: I am Iron Man.
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i say “fight me” a lot for a girl who is 5”3’ and has a hard time opening some doors because they’re too heavy
*sitting next to stack of arctic monkeys and vampire weekend cd’s* wow im so much better than everyone *puts on arcade fire vinyl* damn haha my music taste is so superior *shoves a strokes vinyl up my ass* haha im so much cooler than everyone else
I was reading about Thomas Jefferson’s medical history and
Violent headache for two days after behaving awkwardly in front of a girl he fancied (March 1764, age 20)
the most stupidest thing invented are those little dangly things on dresses that help you hang dresses or shirts…. when the thing has straps. i dont need your dangles, the dangles just dangle everywhere, get the hell away from me. dangly pieces of sh*t…. im so alone
tumblr made me a much more tolerant and less judgmental person like my cousin be like “omg look at that bitch eyebrows she drew them damn near in her hairline” and i’m like shrug maybe the bitch wanted to have eyebrows in her hairline you don’t know shit about her life.