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I obsess over things somtimes. These are just a few of them. And the many ways in which they can be obsessed over.

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its-tuesday-again:

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH STRAIGHT BOYS

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moosestielsaya:

blue-eyed-hanji:

ladyaudiophile:

princepancake:

oh boy

ax 2014

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW THAT GUY IS A DEAD RINGER FOR CHRIS EVANS THOUGH

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW THAT OTHER GUY IS A DEAD RINGER FOR CHRIS HEMSWORTH

CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW THEY’RE BOTH EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE!

Source: princepancake

uglv:

Beagle puppy barking for the first time. “I…don’t know how to express my feelings!”

YOU SHOULD SEE MY FUCKIGN FACE LIL PUPPY UR SO CUTE MLOVE MER

It gets sO EXCITED WHEN IT FINALLY DOES THE PRECIOUS DARLING.

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msaliddell:

darlingbenny:

but look at how cute sherlock’s thinking face is

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Source: darlingbenny

yogaboi:

The next supreme

yogaboi:

The next supreme

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slaydele:

In which Ed Sheeran sings Sam Smith better than Sam Smith.

Source: slaydele

dryspongebob:

this is my new favorite thing

Source: sarahendrixs

xyle:

>watching subbed anime

>switch tabs

>remember that i cant understand japanese

Source: xyle


    That year, Harry and Neville celebrated their birthdays together. The Leaky Cauldron was packed; every seat, counter, and potted plant was taken. At 11:59 PM, Ron raised his butterbeer, joined by forty others in the crowd. “To the new king of Gryffindor!” He slapped Neville’s shoulder, and the brass crown slipped off the grinning birthday man’s head slightly. The announcement had arrived yesterday: Neville was the new Gryffindor Head of House.    The mechanical dragon on the clock pendulum roared, signaling midnight. Ginny pushed Harry up onto the raised hearth, next to Neville. Dean and Seamus was hoisting a goalpost-sized treacle tart through the crowd as Neville raised a new toast. “And to Harry! Still saving the world!”    Harry protested the statement, but no one heard him over the cheers. Ron handed him a new mug. “Just take it, mate. Honestly, youngest Head Auror in Ministry history. I reckon you’re doomed to make the rest of us look bad.”

    That year, Harry and Neville celebrated their birthdays together. The Leaky Cauldron was packed; every seat, counter, and potted plant was taken. At 11:59 PM, Ron raised his butterbeer, joined by forty others in the crowd. “To the new king of Gryffindor!” He slapped Neville’s shoulder, and the brass crown slipped off the grinning birthday man’s head slightly. The announcement had arrived yesterday: Neville was the new Gryffindor Head of House.
    The mechanical dragon on the clock pendulum roared, signaling midnight. Ginny pushed Harry up onto the raised hearth, next to Neville. Dean and Seamus was hoisting a goalpost-sized treacle tart through the crowd as Neville raised a new toast. “And to Harry! Still saving the world!”
    Harry protested the statement, but no one heard him over the cheers. Ron handed him a new mug. “Just take it, mate. Honestly, youngest Head Auror in Ministry history. I reckon you’re doomed to make the rest of us look bad.”

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kilosophy:

oh shit

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