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Hey, I'm Paulina. I AM OBSESSED WITH CELLOS. I recently just started blogging, and if you read one of my first posts you'll know that I feel like I'm doing it wrong. Oh well.
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WHAT IS THIS MOVIE.
I saw it 20918402983t50329485 times when I was younger and TOTALLY forgot the name and thought I had imagined it and that it was a dream.
NOW I KNOW THE TRUTH!

WHAT IS THIS MOVIE.

I saw it 20918402983t50329485 times when I was younger and TOTALLY forgot the name and thought I had imagined it and that it was a dream.

NOW I KNOW THE TRUTH!

(Source: angelaanac0nda)

did-you-kno:

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genius.

I’m thinking of deleting everyone who is younger than me off my Facebook.

“Everyone wants me to drive them because I got my license” (YESTERDAY)

“Rejection, not love, is what hurts.” (SHUT UP, YOU’RE 12. AND YOU DON’T EVEN USE PUNCTUATION THAT CORRECTLY, SO I KNOW THAT WAS COPIED AND PASTED.)

“Fuck my parents, they won’t let me go party half naked at abandoned houses or forests with people who drink and smoke god knows what. wahhh ))))):” 

Simply put- YOUR STATUSES ARE FUCKING ANNOYING.

Haven’t been going on this account in a while…

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hottmuffin:

i totally want this cake

(Source: crazystupidunilife)

raspberrymilk:

untitled by clara z on Flickr.

saatchionline:

Living Cloud
Oil Painting
by john cullinan
Original: $2,500.00
Print: $40.00

For the confusèd among you.

Old English (Anglo-Saxon):
Eft he axode, hu ðære ðeode nama wære þe hi of comon. Him wæs geandwyrd, þæt hi Angle genemnode wæron. Þa cwæð he, "Rihtlice hi sind Angle gehatene, for ðan ðe hi engla wlite habbað, and swilcum gedafenað þæt hi on heofonum engla geferan beon."
Middle English:
In þat lond ben trees þat beren wolle, as þogh it were of scheep; whereof men maken clothes, and all þing þat may ben made of wolle. In þat contree ben many ipotaynes, þat dwellen som tyme in the water, and somtyme on the lond: and þei ben half man and half hors, as I haue seyd before; and þei eten men, whan þei may take hem.
Early Modern English:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love!
Modern English:
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Pointless dribble:
Omg, lol, def totes ridic, c u ltr
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