basedpidgeot:

feather-in-my-cap-and-cheese:

urbendisaster:

what?

The wheels take impact and stress off your legs, and the position helps your spine, but you’re still doing running motions instead of biking motions, so your legs are getting a good workout, and you can go for longer

nerdy shit aside, iamgine how sick it must be to just let those feet fly into the air and do superman poses down a highway

Gotta go fast!

basedpidgeot:

feather-in-my-cap-and-cheese:

urbendisaster:

what?

The wheels take impact and stress off your legs, and the position helps your spine, but you’re still doing running motions instead of biking motions, so your legs are getting a good workout, and you can go for longer

nerdy shit aside, iamgine how sick it must be to just let those feet fly into the air and do superman poses down a highway

Gotta go fast!

(Source: cute-decoration)

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meowrailsprite:

animatedcatastrophe:

I JUST GOOGLED WHAT CAUSES PERIOD PAINS AND APPARENTLY IT’S BECAUSE THE UTERUS CONTRACTS AND THAT CUTS OFF THE FUCKING BLOOD SUPPLY 

PEOPLE WITH PERIOD PAINS ARE LITERALLY FEELING THEIR UTERUS TRYING TO KILL ITSELF 

hello yes 911 this is an emergency my uterus is trying to kill itself

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art-of-whore:

Today in a debate I told the entire class the friendzone doesn’t exist and three boys gasped like I told them their parents had died

(Reblogged from hi)

obedients:

I hate it when someone is hot and funny like stop that you only get one

(Source: interiorly)

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peachxpit:

accept death. befriend death. take death out for dinner. marry death. marry a death who reads

(Source: eiufiundkjn)

(Reblogged from hi)

succulentthighs:

Do you ever just like flex your foot wrong and it cramps and you’re just like this is it, this is how it ends 

(Source: pheberoni)

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theunitedchurchofshrek:

yourtubes:

reblog if your url represents who you really are 

Do you have a moment to discuss our lord and saviour Shrek?
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rustle-your-kimmies:

unlucid:

nocive:

meanwhile in Afghanistan

never gets old

'Murica

rustle-your-kimmies:

unlucid:

nocive:

meanwhile in Afghanistan

never gets old

'Murica

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aresnakesreal:

like imagine if you’d never seen a dog and you saw a saint bernard and you were like, what’s that and then someone was like, thats a dog. and then you saw a chihuahua and you were like ok whats that and they were like, that’s a dog. wouldn’t you feel lied to? wouldn’t you sense that something was amiss

(Reblogged from hi)

siriuus:

do action movies know they can have more than one female character

(Reblogged from hi)

mamaspookat:

h-i-l-a-r-i-o-u-s:

crestadair:

bioterrorist:

emubutt:

soupybeard:

Why I hate myself

image

Volume I

Pocket edition 

font size 7

Introduction 

to the first chapter

of the prologue

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teenage-fandoms:

221cbakerstreet:

jadeklaus:

I WOKE UP HOME ALONE AND image

THERE IS A DEERR IN MY HOUSE KJGKJKLLKJ I’M SCARED IT WON’T GO OUTSIDE NAD IT’S EATING MY DOGS FOOD

why would you ever want it to leave it is a magical woodland friend

I love how this picture is obviously taken by someone who is hiding behind a couch

(Source: legsopenforliz)

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gingerin-thetardis:

"Raven what’s on your face.

It is me”

(Source: liveandletflyy)

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such45:

thatweirdhorsegirlspersonal:

gotherella:

touch-my-soul:

breathingoutlisterine:

dr-juliet-burke:

Bored? Make some cash by giving out your opinion!

It’s free to join :)

Register here

These guys pay 100%. they’ve been around for a while.

Don’t waste your time though if you’re not a US Resident above 18. 

I’m a part of this panel & I can say that it is legit, although if you’re looking for a ‘get rich quick’ way to get money, this isn’t it. It takes some time but you will be paid for it. 

**for the 18 requirement, just say that you’re 18 & it should do the trick (they don’t really ask for documents) although if you really live outside the US, you won’t really get much chances to do stuff here.

One of the few paid survey sites that aren’t a scam.

Giving this a shot (: Nothing to do :/

This is NOT a scam! I bought my PS3 with the money I made from this site, globaltestmarket, surveyspot and others. Definitely worth the time, you can do these while you’re just watching TV. Recommend!!

Reblogging so I can remember to check this out

I’ve had this shit for about 3 years. It’s legit. It just takes forever to rack up a significant amount of points for good rewards. Some surveys are too damn long but if you’ve got the time to kill then go for it.

This is how I made the money for my Blizzcon virtual ticket :)

lol I need money

MONEY

(Reblogged from hi)

Anonymous asked: will u tell me a story

officialunitedstates:

"You can’t just ride a bear," she said.  "It’s not built for transportation."

I looked at her cowardly face.  “That’s loser talk,” I said.

She was a bit offended but I didn’t care.  I was going to ride that grizzly bear and I was going to do it today.

"Give me the lasso out of the bag," I ordered.

"No… please, don’t do this."

"That’s loser talk," I said as I ripped the backpack out of her hands. 

The rope was thick and the lasso was heavy, but I had spent every waking hour of my life preparing for this day.  A heavy rope wasn’t going to stop me.

"What if it bites you?" she protested. 

But I wouldn’t listen.  This was my destiny; this was my fate.  I slowly approached the grizzly, rope in hand, my fingers ready to strike. 

I knew it could sense I was coming.  It turned, sniffed the air, and rose up on its hind legs.  He was towering, about a foot taller than me, and had thick brown fur shielding him from the cold.  I only had my $240 North Face jacket.

"Let’s go.  You and me.  It’s game time, you dumb bear," I taunted. 

He slowly turned to face me.  Our eyes met, and he had a twinkle in his eye that looked like a diamond.  It was kind of cute for a bear. 

I readied my lasso.  The time was right.  The wind was settled and the air was clear.  It was now or never. 

But I couldn’t do it.  It was something about the way he tilted his head and stared at me—a sort of innocence and fragility that I had scarcely seen before.  I just couldn’t bring myself to tame such a wild beast.

"I can’t do it…. I can’t fight you, bear," I shouted in tears.

"That’s loser talk," said the bear.

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