Coloring Book Manila

clueless-gamer:

2snowy4u:

imivi:

jointeamfreewill:

gipsy-bones:

unicornpancakes:

ask-the-multishipper:

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oh god what did i do

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IT SUMMONS MAIL EVERYONE TRY IT

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HOLY FUCKING COW.

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OKAY IT’S TRUE

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I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE

WHAT HOW

I’ve been wondering what message it sends for awhile now, apparently it’s random?

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ourtimeorg:

Start your Friday off right-change the world!

ourtimeorg:

Start your Friday off right-change the world!

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hektious:

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

hektious:

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

(via gingerhaze)

2headedsnake:

Fong Qi Wei

'Time is a Dimension' series, 2013

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What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are — underneath the year that makes you eleven.

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.

Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.
Sandra Cisneros (via commanderspock)

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radondoran:

Bill Nye The Science Guy, “Atoms” (1997).

omg bill nye <3

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We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always moving … We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it. We are on birth control, Prozac, and multivitamins … We are relentless, judgmental with ourselves, and forgiving to others. We never want to be as passive-aggressive are our mothers, never want to marry men as uninspired as our fathers … We are the daughters of the feminists who said, “You can be anything,” and we heard, “You have to be everything.”

Courtney Martin, from Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters

Christ. That’s like my biography.

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moshita:

These grave markers — pressed up against either side of an imposing wall, with a pair of clasped hands reaching over the wall’s top — date to a time in Dutch history when Catholic and Protestant graves were strictly segregated. A Catholic and a Protestant married couple, separated in death, arranged for this unique workaround in order to rejoin one another
until death do us reunite

moshita:

These grave markers — pressed up against either side of an imposing wall, with a pair of clasped hands reaching over the wall’s top — date to a time in Dutch history when Catholic and Protestant graves were strictly segregated. A Catholic and a Protestant married couple, separated in death, arranged for this unique workaround in order to rejoin one another

until death do us reunite

(via gingerhaze)

"An apt metaphor for life." sigh.

"An apt metaphor for life." sigh.

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Hi, I'm Cheryl!
18.
III BS Health Sciences
Ateneo de Manila University.
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