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could you imagine being on tumblr with all your followers physically present just like a group of 300 people standing around staring at you and every time you say anything a handful of them just repeat it to eachother for a few minutes
the internet is a strange place
apparently 200,000 people think it’s ridiculous that i had 300 followers when i wrote this
Peter Pan outline, cut out and put on top of lamp shade
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love this
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Beethoven:
ARE YOU READY TO HEAR SOME SYMPHONIES?!
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Audience:
*cheers*
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Beethoven:
I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!
NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA suck it.
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look at dat acting
JESUS CHRIST I’M REBLOGGING THIS TWICE BECAUSE LOOK AT THE FUCKING MUSCLE SPASM IN THE 4TH GIF LOOK AT THAT JUST HOLY SHIT HOW CAN WHOVIANS NOT LOVE THIS MAN AND THIS MAN’S ACTING AND JUST
UGH I—-
CHRIST
let’s talk about things that aren’t okay
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Today in Psychology class we were talking about Psychological Disorders.
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Girl:
People with depression just want attention.
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Teacher:
That's not true. Actually, most hide the fact that they have it because they don't like it. It makes them feel different and weird. Like something is wrong with them.
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Girl:
Well obviously something is wrong with them if they're slicing their wrists and wanting attention for it.
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Teacher:
They want attention? That's why they will go to extreme lengths to hide it, just to get attention? You are not them. You don't know what thoughts they battle in their minds. It can be a very scary place for them. And obviously, something must be wrong with you for judging what you do not understand.
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1950s lyrics:
splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin.
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1960s lyrics:
he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad.
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1970s lyrics:
my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling.
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2012 lyrics:
i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons.
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EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS
