Everything's just Duckie.
Female, twenty-five years old. Nearsighted but not myopic. Eternally afflicted with wanderlust. Desperately looking for a purpose in life other than compulsively posting & reblogging on this Tumblr. Meanwhile, ask me something.
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Post reblogged from FOREVER AND ALWAYS
i-wanna-get-in-englands-pants:
the worst fuckin thing is
“oh you sing? are you a good singer? SING SOMETHING FOR ME RIGHT NOW”
“do you draw? you do? DRAW ME”
like no
“you write? MAKE ME A CHARACTER IN YOUR STORY”
“you act? CRY FOR ME RIGHT NOW”
“You speak that language?! Say something in it!”
“you murder? KILL ME RIGHT NOW”
The last one seems more doable
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People often become scholars for the same reason they become soldiers: simply because they are unfit for any other station. Their right hand has to earn them a livelihood; one might say they lie down like bears in winter and seek sustenance from their paws.Georg Christoph Lichtenberg
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Post reblogged from BlackNerdJadeGasm
that one follower who always adds dumb comments to posts
haha this is totally me hahahaha #yourewelcome
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Post reblogged from im a potato
do you have a friend who’s usually a sweetheart but when they’re angry they’re the creepiest and the most cruel motherfucker you ever saw in your whole life
i am that friend
^
(Source: 1druinedmysociallife)
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Photo reblogged from Soliloquies and Undulations
So this happened. At a quarter to 2 in the morning. I REGRET NOTHING.
rocking out to this at 2 in the morning lmao!!
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Chat reblogged from Music + Love = Awesome
- Me: Hey dad, should I bring a pillow?
- Dad: No I think your sleeping bag is just fine.
- Me: Oh ok... should I bring sunshine (my teddy bear)?
- Dad: Yes.
