February 2012
38 posts
Feb 22nd
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Feb 21st
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AAAHHHHHHHH!
MY LUCKS TURNING AGAIN! FUCK YOU WORLD!
Feb 21st
Feb 18th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 15th
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Feb 15th
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Feb 15th
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Feb 15th
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Feb 14th
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Feb 14th
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Feb 13th
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Feb 13th
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Feb 13th
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Feb 13th
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Feb 13th
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“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than...”
–  Bilbo Baggins (via javivier)
Feb 12th
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Feb 12th
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Feb 10th
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Feb 9th
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Feb 9th
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Feb 9th
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Stupid fucking ice!
Got the day off school, fair enough, but when I went to walk Jasper I fell. I fell at the top of a very steep high hill, because I got cocky, and thought I could run down. I fell flat on my back, all the air was squeezed out on impact, I couldn’t breath because I did something to my ribs, my back seized up, I couldn’t move my arms or legs or get my phone for help. I just lay there...
Feb 9th
Feb 5th
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Feb 5th
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Feb 5th
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Feb 4th
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Feb 4th
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Feb 3rd
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oh no my text is flying away
Feb 3rd
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Feb 3rd
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 2nd
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January 2012
67 posts
Jan 31st
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Jan 31st
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Jan 31st
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Watching 'Sink The Bismarck!' I love old war films...
Never have I heard such posh actors playing such scummy people :’)
Jan 30th
Jan 30th
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Jan 27th
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School - cats edition:
Waking up in the morning. On the way to school. Seeing your friends. Seeing those people you hate. Seeing your crush. Get called on in class. Get homework. See two people fighting like And you watch them like Lunch time. More classes. The final bell rings. Go home and get on Tumblr. Go to bed.  
Jan 24th
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“Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like.
Brett: What…?
Jules: [points gun directly in Brett’s face] Say “what” again. Say “what” again. I dare you. I double-dare you, motherfucker. Say “what” one more goddamn time.
Brett: He-he’s black.
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He’s bald.
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
Jules: [shoots Brett in the shoulder; Brett screams] DOES…HE…LOOK…LIKE A…BITCH?! Brett: [in pain] No!
Jules: Then why’d you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: [faintly] I didn’t.
Jules: Yes, you did. Yes, you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marsellus Wallace don’t like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.”
Jan 24th
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I love Italians.
I miss Eleonora the foreign exchange girl, she was so fun :’) She taught me the true meaning of Christmas :’) But seriously she was larger than life and so laid back and quite frankly a genius. One of those people who you feel privileged to meet and you could never forget no matter how hard you try. What I am trying to say is Cumbrian lasses around me are looking more alike everyday...
Jan 23rd
Jan 23rd
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Jan 23rd
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PLEASE REBLOG THIS LIKE THE PLAGUE →
blacksherlockianrider: the-hound-of-tumblrville: czarofdeath: prawnosaurus: This is a petition on the Directgov website - this goes straight through to parliment and at the current time of posting it only has 21 signatures I know a lot of people are reblogging the one sponsored by anonymous which is great but if you live in the UK, this is going to be your best best at getting yourself...
Jan 21st
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