drinking-for-two:

I had to do a powerpoint on how to solve overpopulation in countries. My powerpoint consisted of one slide that had this gif in it.

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gryfindortower:

fizzy-fozzy:

omgbestusernameever:

allyouneedislove-andacat:

sherlielocks:

jotunss:

unnnie:

captaintimber:

fayalice:

dawnoakley:

from zero to internet explorer how ignored do you feel

white pencil crayon.

Terms and Conditions.

Warning label on cookie dough packages. 

“You must be 18 or older” webpage warnings

myspace

crocs

First piece of bread in a loaf.

Will Smith’s second son

Wait he has a second son?

imagethis is what comes up when you google will smith’s children

dyellas:

do you ever read people’s tags and get like damn why can’t I hang out with this majestic funny motherfucker

allthemstilinskifeels:

I am a useless member of society

*otp kept gender ambiguous because I have waaay too many OTPs to choose from

snaps7:

snapslikethis:

queernymphadora:

snapslikethis:

riversnogs:

riversnogs:

That moment in your childhood when you realize that Diagon Alley is just the word diagonally….

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And the Mirror of Erised is just the word desire backwards.

Didn’t even realize. Does that mean Knockturn Alley is nocturnally (dark/night)?

Yes, and Grimmauld Place is a play on grim old place. 

DUDE.

And Dumbledore is just a dumb old door

humansofnewyork:

“My younger sister died when I was seven. I remember my mom asking if I’d seen her, and we searched the whole house, and discovered her beneath some hurricane shutters. We think that she climbed up on them to play, and they fell down on her. My strongest memory from that day is these two young girls, holding open our front door when the paramedics arrived. I can see them clearly in my memory, but I don’t know who they are. I may have just invented them, but I like to think that they were angels.”

humansofnewyork:

“My younger sister died when I was seven. I remember my mom asking if I’d seen her, and we searched the whole house, and discovered her beneath some hurricane shutters. We think that she climbed up on them to play, and they fell down on her. My strongest memory from that day is these two young girls, holding open our front door when the paramedics arrived. I can see them clearly in my memory, but I don’t know who they are. I may have just invented them, but I like to think that they were angels.”

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