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Ann Peebles performing “I Can’t Stand The Rain” live in 1974

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me: where’s the toilet?

New Yorker: take a left up over at 6th and catch the bus between 12th and 32nd. there you’ll see a hotdog cart at the corner of 53rd…you gotta go on straight past to 47th. between 8th and 34th there’s a little place, ask for Mikey, tell him I sent you an he’ll let you in aight

me: thanks. I’ll just piss in the street

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every animorphs book

chapter 1: my name is jake. I can’t tell you my real name, because I’m the leader of a special group of kids… we’re called the Animorphs. Because we morph into animals and fight aliens.

chapter 16: ‘god, please don’t do this,’ i begged on my knees. Visser Three had all of my loved ones hanging from his claws in his multi-armed alien morph and was slowly squeezing the life out of them. ‘you must either choose them, jake, or the rest of your planet.’ i couldn’t take it. i started to morph into a cockroach.

chapter 23: as i felt my own brain slither down my throat and into my torso to reform into my digestive system, my bones also began to dissolve into dust inside my skin. my eyes shrunk back into my skull and i could see into eternity- i could see my own mind, taken over by the yeerk. i had already taken my last breath as a free creature, now i saw my last vision as a being of this dimension. suddenly, i was gone. and my parents would never even know i had died. was saving the world worth this? i wondered, if anyone on this planet could be forced to prioritize one life over another, what choice would they make? how can any decision be right, or wrong? i closed my mind off, and fell into eternal sleep, my last echoes of thought being of how humanity continued to live on, but not truly alive.

chapter 26: 'hey, bro, wanna go to mc d’s and grab some fries?’ marco asked, riding by on his skateboard. 'yeah, that’d be totally radical!’ i answered, whipping out my own razor scooter. as i pulled a nasty kickflip, i felt eyes watching me. turning around, i saw my own dog, and thought of the horrible truth only i knew. we went to the mall to get big macs. it was a good day to not be dead.

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this is without a doubt the funniest shit ever put in a cartoon

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Ann Peebles performing “I Can’t Stand The Rain” live in 1974

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When you’re depressed but you’ve come to terms with it

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Hannah holy fucking shit, it’s only two years old. How has it only been 2 years?

Time goes slower in this Omniverse

darkeecofreak

Alright, get in the fucking Denny Bell’s dumpster, it’s time.

Do it you won’t it’s still winter up in this bitch

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this is all i really got out of reading and watching Naruto

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I MUST DANCE.

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Chris Hemsworth was named sexiest man alive???? Ummmmm????? Sasuke Uchiha????

you fuckign weaboos i just reblogged this post and searched the name thinking this was gonna be some sexy guy and its afucking anime character? get the hell out

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I feel like I don’t say this enough, but

FUCK!! FUUUUCK FUCK FUCK!!! WHAT THE FUCK!! WHAT IS GOING ON!!

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i support u lazy gay snake

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1-800-garbage

NEED ME A FREAK LIKE THIS

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there’s this subreddit called “NotTimAndEric” where people post things that are like a Tim and Eric sketch but real, and usually it’s not that good, but someone posted “The crowd in this Lit performance (1999)”

2:46

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The stages of recovery

Stage 1:

I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost. I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. Stage 2: I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in this same place. But it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. Stage 3: I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I fall in…it’s a habit…but my eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately. Stage 4: I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. Stage 5: I walk down a different street.