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Mace can’t handle the the giant tomato. x

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I didn’t know the Obamas had their own cartoon

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Boys are adorable. Boys trail off their sentences in an appealing way. Boys bring a knapsack to work. Boys get haircuts from their roommate, who “totally knows how to cut hair.” Boys can pack up their whole life in a duffel bag and move to Brooklyn for a gig if they need to. Boys have “gigs.” Boys are broke. And when they do have money, they spend it on a trip to Colorado to see a music festival. Boys don’t know how to adjust their conversation when they’re talking to their friends or to your parents.

Until I was thirty, I only dated boys, as far as I can tell. I’ll tell you why. Men scared the shit out of me.

Men know what they want. Men make concrete plans. Men own alarm clocks. Men sleep on a mattress that isn’t on the floor. Men tip generously. Men buy new shampoo instead of adding water to a nearly empty bottle of shampoo. Men go to the dentist. Men make reservations. Men go in for a kiss without giving you some long preamble about how they’re thinking of kissing you… Men know what they want and they don’t let you in on their inner monologue, and that is scary.

  Mindy Kaling on boys vs. men- Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me (via wordsthat-speak)

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It’s a hard reality when the one person you defended as being genuinely sensible is just stupid like everyone else

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the golden ticket

thehootcahoot:

the golden ticket

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h0odrich:

Shoutout to every black and white cat named oreo

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1nd2rd3st:

OH MY GOD

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June 9 - First day of shooting The Nest [x][x]

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“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s okay, though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem, though, in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean, there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who’s an 8-color type.. I’m like, “Hey girl, magenta!” and she’s like, “Oh, you mean purple!” and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, “No - I want magenta!””
John Mayer

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

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