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"Listen, Morty, I hate to break it to you but what people call “love” is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed"
Rick and Morty

I actually liked Jack & Jill

Will Ferrell was so good in Blades of Glory

I don’t know what to do on my day off

I wish I could be a professional race car driver like Ken Block and drift all day

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Welcome to papa johns…. From work rn

Dear brittney, i like yew

Please talk to me at work more

Hurricane Premanition

I just had a really REALLY realstic dream, actually a nightmare. I was at a gamestop and I thought I saw ****** but with bleached hair, of course I was doing my best to dodge her. I was with my mom and we some how made it out of the store, without having to tell her why we left so early. And right when I walked the door I was able to get a glimpse of the conversation she had with the cashier. The cashier said “Did you find everything alright? Just this?” as he rang her up. And she said very loudly, shouting in the store as I walked out the door “YES BECAUSE I CANT HAVE ONE FUCKING DRINK AND TALK WITH SOMEONE I USED TO DATE!” And I ran out the store by the time I heard her screaming. And for some reason I stop running and I turn around I see her at the entrance. Like crying, but not the kind of crying from being really sad. The kind of crying of frustration. Her face was really red and hot tears ran down her face and for once in many many years we locked eye contact. She looked so mad at me, mad and crying. And in the heat of the moment I shook off my fear I have been bottling up. The fear of constantly running into her. The fear that drives me to talk to you constantly about her whenever I see her or hear of her. The fear looking like a failure to her. When I turned around and we locked eyes I said this holding my ground, “No ******. I don’t owe you a drink or a day to catch up” then I shouted in public “I DON”T OWN YOU SHIT, I DONT KNOW YOU ANYMORE” and I was about to walk up to her and tell her off like how we used to fight and I used to yell and I could feel my rage build like when we used to fight and how pissed I was  at her own insecurities. And as I marched toward her about to let her have it I woke up, just now with my heart racing. Usually these nightmares have always been a premanition, a warning, to something usually significant happening in my life. I hope nothing happens and I am a man of logic and demand facts but I cant help this feeling in my heart something is going to happen. The last time I had a dream like this was the night before me and ****** broke up and my world came crashing down for a year. Now I feel that something of that magnitude is going to happen, maybe even worse, maybe my literal world will crash. I never experienced a hurricane before and honestly I am a little scared for my life.


We need to stop fighting for feminism and start fighting for gender equality.

You stupid little 18 year old shit feminism IS gender equality. Feminism is the striving for equal treatment of the bifurcated relationship between males and females - I took 3 women studies classes in college and the first thing I learned was what FEMINISM ACTUALLY MEANS. Your post is the equivalent to “Your not a dumb ass 18 year old girl but you are an incredibly unsmart 18 year old girl” ppl ur age trying to act smart instead of being smart. 

Professor X: The man who attacked you is an associate of his called Sabertooth.
Wolverine: Sabertooth?
[looks at Storm]
Wolverine: Storm.
[looks at Xavier]
Wolverine: What do they call you? "Wheels"? This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

You know sometimes I think to myself how having a gf was nice. Like I learned a lot about myself from my ex and about girls in general over the past 5 years. I wish I had a gf to: bang her brains out on the weekends, give foot /back massages/blowjob to when she gets home on weekdays…but then I think about how it is hard to have privacy when you’re taken and IDK I think it is better this way but man I miss having sex and being intimate and shit with someone cool y’know?

Eh yo why some girls gotta be cute but psycho?`

That would suck if professor xavier was my college professor

Cause that bald white nigga would know when I am spacing out and when I am bored and day dreaming, I am thinking about porn lol I know you do too

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