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god, i'm so ironic and self-aware that sometimes it just hurts, you know?

198ft:

girls screenshot everything and then send it to their friends in a group chat and then laugh at people and that is why you should never trust us

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— 2 weeks ago with 101038 notes
RiverRun Announces Emerging Master Honorees →

   Filmmaker Debra Granik and actress Melanie Lynskey will be honored with Emerging Master awards at the 16th RiverRun International Film Festival. RiverRun will host two separate trib…

— 4 weeks ago
#riverrunfilm 

Pour up (drank), head shot (drank)

Sit down (drank), stand up (drank)

Pass out (drank), wake up (drank)

Faded (drank), faded (drank)

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— 2 months ago with 1403 notes

theadventuresofmichaelpawlak:

Tonight’s posts celebrate the wonders of nature.

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spookytanuki:

I installed this little fucker on every computer I could get my hands on when I was a kid. I loved him. He told jokes, sang songs, and he’d read anything you wanted him to out loud with his robot voice.
Every once in a while, he’d ask to be sent to some kind of jungle school where he could learn new jokes and songs, but it cost real money, and I wouldn’t have dared to ask my mom for virtual monkey jungle school tuition. She hated him from day one. I don’t know why. He’d just pop up and try to sing to her when she was reading her Christian Evangelist chain mail in Outlook.
Turns out, he was adware all along, and was apparently selling my web browsing info to shady companies in secret. He eventually got caught, and I think they euthanized him. He never really loved me, I know. But I still love him. If I knew anything about programming, I’d resurrect him somehow without the spyware. He could be rehabilitated. I know he could.

spookytanuki:

I installed this little fucker on every computer I could get my hands on when I was a kid. I loved him. He told jokes, sang songs, and he’d read anything you wanted him to out loud with his robot voice.

Every once in a while, he’d ask to be sent to some kind of jungle school where he could learn new jokes and songs, but it cost real money, and I wouldn’t have dared to ask my mom for virtual monkey jungle school tuition. She hated him from day one. I don’t know why. He’d just pop up and try to sing to her when she was reading her Christian Evangelist chain mail in Outlook.

Turns out, he was adware all along, and was apparently selling my web browsing info to shady companies in secret. He eventually got caught, and I think they euthanized him. He never really loved me, I know. But I still love him. If I knew anything about programming, I’d resurrect him somehow without the spyware. He could be rehabilitated. I know he could.

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— 2 months ago with 26314 notes