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j5h:

finally, conversation that has substance

j5h:

finally, conversation that has substance

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jackfrostciicle:

whiskey-and-cowgirl-boots:

living-on:

thecurl-istheword:

ariegogetit:

b0otyclap:

solarselection:

fuckablogname:

THINGS WE WILL NEVER SEE AGAIN!

This hurt my heart

THE GAS PRICES

That sprite remix tho..

OH MY GOD FRENCH TOAST CRUNCH

FRUITOPIA WAS MY SHIT

I tried so hard to find that damn purple ketchup again.

the gas prices make me want to punch babies

(via officialfrenchtoast)

lunchtrae:

caliphorniaqueen:

and then there’s rihanna lol


im laughing so hard

lunchtrae:

caliphorniaqueen:

and then there’s rihanna lol

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im laughing so hard

(Source: better-than-kanye-bitchh, via fun-ta-mental)

5tacks:

emiliogorgeous:

MSNBC Lockup Raw

now that’s a real bitch

5tacks:

emiliogorgeous:

MSNBC Lockup Raw

now that’s a real bitch

(via joeylissette)

humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” (Kampala, Uganda)

humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” 

(Kampala, Uganda)

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heldersangel:

milliondollarnigga:

doncheftw:

I don’t know what’s happening, but I hope they both get quarantined.

LMAOOOOOOOOOO JESUS

GOD

(Source: coldh4rt, via joeylissette)

amerikkkanpie:

White people explain….

amerikkkanpie:

White people explain….

(Source: redlighttheater, via joeylissette)


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