Essere Diversa

I'm Anna, a Born and Bred Southern Girl. I'm 18 and want to go places in my life. I would do anything for my Best Friend. My Friends are my everything and they are my life. I am here if anyone needs anything. I wish everyone the best of luck.

slayme-troyeslayvan:

horned-helms-and-ear-hats:

corruptress:

quiet-knives:

PSA: because I keep seeing that shitty manipulated photo of Emma Watson on my dash. THAT PHOTO WAS PHOTOSHOPPED.  The original photo (with another from the same shoot, is from 2011 with Mariano Vivanco) are pictured above. Please don’t perpetuate this error. 

Deliberately spreading an altered image of Emma Watson which purports to show her breasts as a statement against threats of nude photo leaks is the height of hypocrisy and whoever did it should be ashamed. (x)

omg didnt know

oh my god PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS IS GOING AROUND AND PEOPLE DON’T KNOW

OH NO I REBLOGGED THAT OTHER ONE :( I THOUGHT IT WAS REAL, SORRY GUYS !!!!!!

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superwhohannilockpotter:

I will never not reblog this gif set whenever it comes across my dash.

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mind-body-wellness:

beerandbeardsforme:

alltheselittlevoices:

haleepls:

hold-a-lover-close:

owlturdcomix:

We go forward.

This is too deep to comprehend.

Stop it

I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUNNY

Holy shit

This fucked me up

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hermionemollycharliepond:

just-raowolf:

edenwolfie:

my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe

We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.

First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asda’s website right now." His face froze.

A-Asda?" he whispered. "But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.

This was a good start.

We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast," he said.

Toast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—

Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.

You WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?

He frowned. “Who doesn’t?

Okay," I said, "but what will the children eat?

He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?

We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes," he agreed; "if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.

He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh," I said. "Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.

But I’m not.

Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—

We’re married!?

Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?

He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.

We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?

Vegetarian.

Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.

We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.

You and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.

They’re your children too!" I screamed back.

He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!

Please," I cried, standing up also. "Don’t—

I want a divorce!

And he walked out of the classroom.

The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry," I whispered, "but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.

I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.

READ THE WHOLE THING

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viciouscunt:

weed-plnts:

supramitch:

The car enthusiast, who is a member of the U.S. Military, hated the car’s silver color. One evening, he let his wife doodle on a few scratches on the bumper, and when the sun came up and he saw her stunningly intricate and elegant drawings, they knew they had to forge on. While he worked on tuning the insides, she drew on the car.

After roughly 100 hours of work and several clear coats to protect the design, they had an impressively beautiful car that they had tuned up as a team! (x)

i swear i saw this like YEARS ago, why did it only resurface now ? 

woahhhhhh hope he never sells that car

This is adorable and awesome

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mischief-in-221b:

gdirtydime19:

lastmimzy:

The cat’s like WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU BRING HOME

I will always share this LOL

I relate on a spiritual level with the absolute fury in that cat’s face in the last gif

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naughtyhowell:

john-robbie:

vietnamzee:

since I’ve never seen someone actually post the song on tumblr

image

LITERALLY MY FAVORITE VERSION OF THIS SONG

YEEEEESSS

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becausebirds:

An owl gets inside the house. The Owl Whisperer™ tries to get it back outside again. x

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irontemple:

mistersailor:

sizvideos:

Video

FUCK

I WAS MAD AT MY DOG FOR GOING THROUGH THE TRASH BUT AFTER SEEING THIS TWICE IM CUDDLING HIM.

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