ladyponds:

dracomafloy:

ronweasley:

friendly reminder that since Molly took care of Harry for seven years, Lily pays her back by taking care of Fred

friendly reminder that fuck you

#why are ron and draco talking to each other

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dancrisis:

troylerina:

concernedresidentofbakerstreet:

i think we found the opposite of nash grier

I love him already and I don’t even know who he is

that my friends is mazzi maz.

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acciodog:

isn’t it cool how some phobias are unquestioned and considered “normal”, like fear of heights or spiders, but mention that you have social anxiety or a fear of driving and people immediately jump to “why? what’s so scary about that? that makes no sense??????” and by it’s cool i mean it’s really fucked up because all phobias are irrational it doesn’t need an explaination that’s what makes it a pHOBIA

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officialfrenchtoast:

devothegod:

frodothedodo:

The greatest moment in the history of film

you can almost hear it

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ATTENTION

madvlogz:

savanaugh:

souleaterunlimited:

savanaugh:

I AM ON A MISSION. I AM GOING TO FOLLOW EVERY BLOG ON THIS SITE. ALL OF THEM. HELP ME ACHIEVE THIS GOAL, INTERNET STRANGERS, BY REBLOGGING THIS POST AND I WILL FOLLOW ALL WHO REBLOG IT. E V E R Y O N E.

I want to call bullshit but I can’t take that chance 

good.

holy shit you’re really doing it

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peacemaker11:

a-study-in-oddities:

la-hire-ships-it:

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blasianxbri:

mamamorgantayl0r:

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This is beautiful. And on the topic of sleepovers and kids getting stuck in uncomfortable situations: My mom and I had a code, ever since my first sleepover. I would always call home to say goodnight, and if I asked “How is the cat doing?”, it meant that I wasn’t comfortable and I wanted her to pick me up. I did use this code a few times, and whenever I did, my mom came up with the excuses for me. I was never stuck at a sleepover I didn’t want to be at - and as a child with anxiety and social phobia, this was a great system.

posts like these are the reason i love tumblr

Once, I was at a friend’s birthday party, and they began to play strip poker and 7 minutes in heaven and immature stuff like that. I am the biggest virgin that you’ve ever known, so I pretended like my phone was vibrating, punched in my mom’s speed dial, and when she answered, I said “Hey mom, whatcha need? *Pause* oh, okay. So I have to come home now? Yeah, sorry, I’ll clean my room right when I get there. *pause* ten minutes? Okay, that works. See ya.” and she understood exactly what I wanted, and she came and picked me up, and even scolded me in front of my friends for ‘not cleaning my room’. I’ve used this so many times, it isn’t funny. My mom is so understanding each time.

And now I must hug my mother and post 5 million mom appreciation posts.

(hugs this)

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