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name's richard. carolina crown guard 2013. nursing major. hyperactive blogger. enjoy, kiddos.

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jay’s bae is bey

I love myself so much more than I should ever love you.

southmost:

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harrystylesdildo:

When your roommate uses a Lady Gaga song as an alarm clock

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So this dumbass RuPaul’s “You’ve Got She-Mail” nonsense is fucking STUPID.

If you queens actually gave two shits about the terminology, you would’ve complained about it earlier. Shut the fuck up and get over it.

Having a rough day? Want a pick-me-up? Just need a good smile?

No really. Do it. It’ll make your day. :)

Anonymous: "What does it mean to shave down a rifle?"

Trim the edges. For instance, Crown uses 37.5” rifles, so you can take a 39” rifle and shave down .75” inches on either side (the butt and the tip) and it’ll be 37.5”! I’ve also heard of shaving the diameter of the entire rifle too. But I don’t know much about that. Hope this helps, friend! :)

pkmnmasterbryan: "See you this weekend! 😁"

OMG YAAAASSSSSSSSSS SLAY GAGA

semenglycumplex:

Rifle roll (Taken with Cinemagram)

I think each of us - all 7,227,969,143 (and counting) of us - want love. A friend to actually care about your terrible day at work. A Mother to love you even when you tell her you hate her. A spouse to be there for you and share a hug, when no one else would. A child to make you a macaroni craft drawing that spells out “I love you Daddy”. A grandmother to share all of her stories with you. A dog or a bunny or a cat to come home to and be loved without condition.

Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe not every one of us want it. But I do. Every day, I crave to love and be loved; I thrive on it. Love isn’t just a warm kiss or the holding of one’s hand. Love is staying up until the wee hours of the morning laughing about old memories and lessons learned. Love is being utterly upset with your wife, but still sharing your umbrella with her under the pouring sky. Love is being an open ear and a soft shoulder. Love is dropping by his job in the middle of a Monday with his favorite mint mocha latte just because you love him. That’s love, I guess. Or it is to me, at least. It’s the small things. The acts, not the things. The emotions, not the words.

semenglycumplex:

For those of you who are friends with Miss Mary J. Blunt…

May the odds be ever in your favor, Kushniss Evergreen.

foxyshy:

so let me get this straight. anti-choicers took $500,000 dollars worth of pennies and sealed them in a glass case as a “memorial” to “victims” of abortion. i’m going to say that again. these people have locked away $500,000 dollars as a “tribute” to dead blobs of cells instead of donating that money to actual living breathing children who don’t have basic necessities or homes.

anti-choicers are incredible

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