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Dear friends of Tumblr,

i-lost-my-shoe-again:

tardis-peach:

mortally-challenged:

sorryimjessi:

Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.

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is that fucking martin freeman

If you don’t reblog this, then I am honestly very concerned.

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I hope that the kids using these as well as other kids get better because they are too young to die.

I hope that the kids using these as well as other kids get better because they are too young to die.

intoatardis:

Percy Jackson & the Olympians

Art by:John Rocco

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octshiyue:

u cutest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Omg He looks so Sexy!!!!

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princessblogonoke:

Anxiety & Helping Someone Cope. 
I didn’t want to make it overwhelming or too long remember, so I kept it to the main points that benefit me greatly when I’m experiencing an attack.
40 million of Americans alone suffer with anxiety; it’s a horrid feeling when you know someone just wants to help you but you cannot even construct a simple sentence at the time, so please share this in hope that it benefits even just 1 person. Muchos love. 

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The real difference between Gryffindor and Slytherin

brilliantbucky:

evil-freak:

Gryffindor : Mate, I would die for you

Slytherin : I will kill for you, bro. Just give me the word, the bitch is dead

Ravenclaw: I’ll find a way we both can survive

Hufflepuff: I’ll die with you

I m probably Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff

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One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.

I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

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