1. hide in your little room when I come into your job

2. bitches get buried in ditches with stitches

3. hahahahahahaha

4. so pointless

5. end of a joke is the end of a life

6 hours ago on 05/19/13 at 05:01am

oomshi:

*takes your virginity & slam dunks it into the trash*

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oolongearlgrey:

chivalrousgambler:

sabrinagrimm:

sabrinagrimm:

me huntin for the pussy

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SSTOP REBLOGGING THIS I’M A STRAIGHT 14 YEAR OLD WHITE GIRL

Not anymore now you’re an adult-sized gynephiliac skeleton creeping eternally in a white expanse hunting for some choice vaginas.

You made your bed now lie in it.

I think you mean

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made your grave

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wildcat2030:

Zaha Hadid Architects are designing a new metro station in Riyadh, Saudia Arabia described as “a three-dimensional lattice defined by a sequence of opposing sine-waves (generated from the repetition and frequency variation of station’s daily traffic flows) which act as the spine for the building’s circulation.” Basically, that means that the station has a unique, undulating facade that mimics the daily flow of traffic for Riyadh’s 5 million residents.

The King Abdullah FInancial District (KAFD) Metro Station will become a focal point for the city, not only as a hub for commuters, but also as a celebrated public space. The KAFD is scheduled to be completed by 2017 and will help ease the traffic congestion in the area.

See ArRiyadh Development Authority’s modern train station design in the gallery below. Don’t you wish this was coming to a city near you? (via Futuristic metro station planned for Riyadh, Saudi Arabia | DVICE)


1 day ago on 05/18/13 at 10:26am

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost (via watchingthetree)

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay (via classics-rock)

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spamanos:

siggymcpissyface:

holy shit

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the-stench-of-that-impala:

I wish i lived with Tony Stark i bet he has a great internet connection

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lnternetporn:

what ur average tragedy looks like after 100 years

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