May 2012
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1950s lyrics: splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin.
1960s lyrics: he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad.
1970s lyrics: my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling.
2012 lyrics: i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons.
EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS
pregnantmermaid:
like 90% of the ocean remains unexplored and you’re telling me mermaids don’t exist smh
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faith, trust, and... pixie dust?
august 25th seems much closer this side of the maine concerts.
today wasn’t even a bad day. it was a good day, even. so why do i just feel lost.
i don’t know if i can help it , or control it anymore. the fear and the worry, the nervousness and the terror just grew inside me until i could think of nothing else at all.
i don’t want to do this to myself. i don’t want to...
when adults comment on your status but their comment is totally irrelevent to what you said
your status will be like
going to a concert with friends!!!!!111
and said adult will be like
hi jimmy how are you i saw your brother today he’s getting so big tell your mom hi for me xxx -betsy
What if Kanye starts busting into hospital rooms when someone gives birth and yells “beyonce’s baby was better”
not-so-loony-lovegood:
crispychocolate:
Harry Potter in 99 Seconds.
ALWAYS REBLOG
best thing ever
“I implore everyone to reblog this.”
i have a massive urge to drop out of school, delete my facebook and twitter, throw my phone out the window and get on a train to somewhere random and just go on a massive adventure
My 8 year old sister's advice on boys.
Me: What do you do when you like a boy?
Sister: You tell him.
Me: And if he doesn't like you?
Sister: You kill him.