nevver:

Brussels

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forgotteninferno:

glittertitties:

paper-planes-and-toy-trains:

you are my sunshine

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my only sunshine

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you make me happy

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when skies are gray

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you’ll never know dear

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how much i love you

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please dont take

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my sunshine away

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this is the most beautiful post i have ever seen I’m my life

This makes me a happy Irish man

This makes me a happy partially Irish woman

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One small fact: you are going to die. Despite every effort, no one lives forever. Sorry to be such a spoiler. My advice is when the time comes, don’t panic. It doesn’t seem to help. I guess I should introduce myself properly. But then again, you’ll meet me soon enough. Not before your time, of course. I make it a policy to avoid the living. Well, except sometimes. Once in a very long time, I can’t help myself. I get interested.

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amateur-porn-filmer:

Robin Williams 7/21/1951 - 8/11/2014

Goodbye Robin. You will be severely missed. 

RIP

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cccale:

You have such a huge fan base and it’s such an interesting show. Do your fans ask you for anything unusual? It being such an unusual show.

omg yes

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dajo42:

whenever somebody says like “so what did you do today?” just look off into the distance and say “the right thing”

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Cate Parr on Etsy

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turecepcja:

Pattern design by Vivi95,  artist from Shanghai,  China. 

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visualeyesed:

ramen-naruto:

sixpenceee:

THE VOICES
I remember reading this creepy story years ago, but I’ve searched and searched and I can not find it at all, so here’s my own written version of it: 
I hate sleeping alone. I know, I’m older and I shouldn’t be afraid of the monster under my bed, but this monster is inside my head. It’s a voice.
At first it’s soft.
"Please help me."
I look around my room. Complete darkness. There’s nothing around me. The disembodied voice continues to get louder and more demanding.
“PLEASE. PLEASE.”
It’s booming now. I’ve tried to tell my mother about the voice many times before, but she ignores me. The voice vibrates against my skull.
“COME ON. I’M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.”
I put the palm of my hands against my ears to try and shut it out. Sometimes it works. I really wish my mom would help me. She barely talks to me anymore these days. I hear it again.
“PLEASE!!!!!! JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!!!”
I feel two icy hands on my shoulders, and I jump out of bed. This was it. I’ve had enough. I run to my mother’s room.
"Mom! Mom! The voices are back. Please let me just sleep with you for tonight."
My mom immediately wakes up and rolls over. Her eyes are wide open with concern. She takes out her cell phone and dials in a number. She says:
"Hello? Doctor? I’m sorry for calling this late but I’m hearing the voices again."
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Holy plot twist

Dude that gave me goosebumps!

So is there more after the part where the mother calls the doctor and says the voices are back? Because if there is, I can’t see it.

visualeyesed:

ramen-naruto:

sixpenceee:

THE VOICES

I remember reading this creepy story years ago, but I’ve searched and searched and I can not find it at all, so here’s my own written version of it: 

I hate sleeping alone. I know, I’m older and I shouldn’t be afraid of the monster under my bed, but this monster is inside my head. It’s a voice.

At first it’s soft.

"Please help me."

I look around my room. Complete darkness. There’s nothing around me. The disembodied voice continues to get louder and more demanding.

PLEASE. PLEASE.

It’s booming now. I’ve tried to tell my mother about the voice many times before, but she ignores me. The voice vibrates against my skull.

COME ON. I’M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.

I put the palm of my hands against my ears to try and shut it out. Sometimes it works. I really wish my mom would help me. She barely talks to me anymore these days. I hear it again.

PLEASE!!!!!! JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!!!”

I feel two icy hands on my shoulders, and I jump out of bed. This was it. I’ve had enough. I run to my mother’s room.

"Mom! Mom! The voices are back. Please let me just sleep with you for tonight."

My mom immediately wakes up and rolls over. Her eyes are wide open with concern. She takes out her cell phone and dials in a number. She says:

"Hello? Doctor? I’m sorry for calling this late but I’m hearing the voices again."

You may also like: THE BOY WHO LOVED TO READ & THE GIRL IN THE PHOTOGRAPH

Holy plot twist

Dude that gave me goosebumps!

So is there more after the part where the mother calls the doctor and says the voices are back? Because if there is, I can’t see it.

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