5 simple rules.
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Reblogged from simplifyyourlife, 115,684 notes, June 1, 2012
"There’s my little iceburg"
Ice T to his son.0 notes, April 26, 2012
wasted and ready.
I’m moving out of my house today. It’s been an awesome experience living where I’ve been for the last year. I’ve made friends and relationships that would have passed by otherwise, had I not been in this situation. It’s a strange sensation; moving that is. I’m sad to leave my awesome friends and roommates, sad to leave the first place I really made a ‘home’, and scared to start over. I have a wonderful mate that is my partner in crime and is helping me along the way. The sadness of leaving comfort is greatly outweighed by the prospect of this new and awesome relationship. Which is ironic in a way, as my house is located on “Prospect St”.
It is my last night sleeping here and my last night having ‘a house guest’ as he will no longer be my guest, by rather my cohabitant. This is a huge first but an even more significant, last. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cry a little. Change is hard. “All this and it’s only January!”, you say? Yeah well, life is short and so am I.
Carpe fucking Diem,
-E
0 notes, January 30, 2012
My girlfriend asked me to post this because she loved the duck shoes. I like shoes with velcro.
Reblogged from theclearlydope, 1,454 notes, January 26, 2012
Text trolling
I can haz cat facts? Someone sign me up please.
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Reblogged from getoutoftherecat, 17,893 notes, January 26, 2012
