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When I read this, I took it as they didn’t want to feel awake anymore, and that they changed, meaning ceasing to awake. So is it a coma or death? 

Then I realized, oh ha! They mean a feeling they had upon awakening. Pssh.. Wtf was I thinking. :P #LOLOLOLOL

fullmetalbanana:

I have no idea how I should feel about myself.

Good because you’re the best at being you. Nobody is more you than you. Why try to feel anything but positive regard for yourself, you’ll be happier about it than getting down on yourself. Negativity comes from negativity. Positivity comes from positivity. Unless you’re two AA batteries, then the positive goes to negative.. 

ultraviolentlana:

ericnotwhite:

thetallblacknerd:

dontneedfeminism:

logicd:

Merry Christmas to you all

The Entitlement Generation everybody.

I do think the kid who got a map has a legit gripe, fuck the rest though. That last one ignited a rage in me, so fuck spoiled

hahahaha a fuckin map of maryland wtf 

probably still better than apple maps though.
welcome to a generation of twats

Wow, I really could have gone my whole life without reading about all of these people’s “problems.” Once I started though, I was caught up in the stupidity that people actually think this way. Such greed, much want, so whine. WOW!

presentinghooligan:

fuck-yeah-nicklubinsky:

waldenty1:

presentinghooligan:

Floor jacket

Fucking winter, everybody hanging up their fucking jackets, taking up half the fucking width of the walkway from the fucking freezer to the fucking cooler. Fuck man, winter. Knock my parka on the ground! Nah not today homie. I will cut you with a fresh Dexter knife, baby fresh. Best not be stepping on my jacket, nuh uh! Oh boy, and those salty ass floors, suuuuucks on your jacket. Pssh.. 

i like how you’re getting flipped off by your jacket. probably because its on the cold hard ground… all alone…

Fuck um man, start throwin jackets on the floor, you get your own hook! I’m just gonna throw mine in the freezer since its cold as fuck outside anyways.

That jacket probably hates its life, smells like weed and cigs all the time. I’m always throwin it in random spots and dropping cherries on it.

Zane’s Jacket cries out from it’s salty perch saying “No, please, just leave me here to die! DB will open up a fat beef and spray it’s juices on me. It’s probably better off that this is my fate. The footprints of slushy shoes will soon be upon me. I cannot go on any longer. This world has no use for me.” Zane walks up to his jacket, caressing it in his arms. “No baby, it ain’t like that. I need you. You complete me. When I’m going out on those dells, it’s you that gets me through the day.” The Jacket wipes away a single tear, running down her collar. “I’m sorry Zane,” Jacket says, “I was a fool, I understand now, I’m not just any jacket, I’m yours. Every burn hole, the smell you leave on me, Can you ever forgive me?” Zane nods his head and him and Jacket ride off into the sunset after a long day of delivering.

presentinghooligan:

Floor jacket

Fucking winter, everybody hanging up their fucking jackets, taking up half the fucking width of the walkway from the fucking freezer to the fucking cooler. Fuck man, winter. Knock my parka on the ground! Nah not today homie. I will cut you with a fresh Dexter knife, baby fresh. Best not be stepping on my jacket, nuh uh! Oh boy, and those salty ass floors, suuuuucks on your jacket. Pssh.. 

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