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deanprincesster:

carryontoabetterplaceabettertime:

deanprincesster:

the catholic church gives wine to 7 year olds but gay marriage is wrong

I mean this is totally out of context but is technically true. It is believed to be the blood of god and they are only given 1 tiny sip once a week but otherwise this is totally correct.

the catholic church encourages 7 year olds to drink blood every week but gay marriage is wrong

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siriusblaack:

An Endless List of My Favorite Characters

4/: Amelia Jessica “AmyPond

“Doesn’t she seem a bit too angry to you?” 

"Well, somebody’s never been to Scotland."

(via acreatureofhope)



“When I was a Silent Brother, I did not feel as an ordinary man does,” he said. “Not the wind on my face or the sun on my skin or the touch of another’s hand. But now I feel it all. I feel — too much. The wind is like thunder, the sun scorches, and your touch makes me forget my own name.”
A pang of heat speared through her, a heat that started low in her stomach and spread through every part of her body. A sort of heat she hadn’t felt in so many decades.  Almost a century. Her skin prickled all over. “The wind and the sun you will get used to,” she said. “But your touch makes me forget my name as well, and I have no excuses. Only that I love you, and I always have and always will. I will not touch you if you do not want it, Jem. But if we are waiting until the idea of being together does not frighten us, we may be waiting a long time.”
Breath escaped him in a hiss. “Say that again.”
Puzzled, she began: “If we are waiting until —“
“No,” he said. “The earlier part.”
She tipped her face up to him. “I love you,” she said. “I  a l w a y s  have and I  a l w a y s  will.”

“When I was a Silent Brother, I did not feel as an ordinary man does,” he said. “Not the wind on my face or the sun on my skin or the touch of another’s hand. But now I feel it all. I feel — too much. The wind is like thunder, the sun scorches, and your touch makes me forget my own name.”

A pang of heat speared through her, a heat that started low in her stomach and spread through every part of her body. A sort of heat she hadn’t felt in so many decades.  Almost a century. Her skin prickled all over. “The wind and the sun you will get used to,” she said. “But your touch makes me forget my name as well, and I have no excuses. Only that I love you, and I always have and always will. I will not touch you if you do not want it, Jem. But if we are waiting until the idea of being together does not frighten us, we may be waiting a long time.”

Breath escaped him in a hiss. “Say that again.”

Puzzled, she began: “If we are waiting until —“

“No,” he said. “The earlier part.”

She tipped her face up to him. “I love you,” she said. “I  a l w a y s  have and I  a l w a y s  will.”

(Source: missingstilinski, via mortalinstrumentsinfernaldevices)



shoutucker:

college application: image

college administration: youre in

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toasteraffairs:

goodnight

sleep tight

don’t let the patriarchy steal your basic human rights

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the-groundskeeper:

the-groundskeeper:

what i did in graphic design class today is

this has 70,200 notes and you’re all fucking dead to me

the-groundskeeper:

the-groundskeeper:

what i did in graphic design class today is

this has 70,200 notes and you’re all fucking dead to me

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scarsarebrokentrust:

Viva la Pluto!!!

scarsarebrokentrust:

Viva la Pluto!!!

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