March 2012
February 2012
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“Time stands still, yet everything turns to dust.”
– Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via executions)
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“Then one morning, she’d begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged...”
– Ron Rash (Serena)
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IF I DON’T GET MY MOTHER FUCKING PANINI BEFORE THE END OF THE DAY I WILL NOT HESITATE TO FUCK SOME NIGGAZ UP
I SPELLED OATMEAL WRONG BUT I’M NOT EVEN GONNA FIX IT THAT’S HOW PISSED I AM
ALL I WANT IS A MOTHER FUCKING PANINI BUT MY MOM ONLY BUYS SHITTY OATMEL BREAD THAT DOESN’T GET NICE AND CRUNCHY AND SO I CAN’T MAKE ONE MOTHER FUCKERS I AM SO PISSED RIGHT NOW
