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breathtakingdestinations: Rio de Janeiro lights. (von Eduardo Berthier) I’ll go there someday.
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mysearchforself: ladystormcrow: wholove: A graphical representation of the contradictions in the bible. Each red line links 2 contradicting statements. WILL ALWAYS REBLOG. WOAH This reminds me of a really fascinating theological idea I read once. It poses that God meant for the Bible to be full of contradictions, because it isn’t an instruction manual, but a test of character. If you can read through all the books and stories, all the confusing, contradictory statements, and you still choose to take home a message of peace, acceptance, and forgiveness, then you’ve passed God’s test.  I’m not a very religious person, but I still really like that idea.  ^ I like that interpretation :D
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e-slut:

things! not! to! say! to! asexuals!:

  • ‘aren’t you just asexual becuase no one likes you?’
  • ‘asexuality isn’t even real’
  • ‘you’ll grow out of it’
  • ‘well do you masturbate?’
  • anything of or pertaining to amoebas
  • ‘so does that mean you’re gonna die alone then?’
  • ‘you don’t dress like an asexual’

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ifuckedsherlock: joshifereverlark: dearjimmoriarty: thefenceattheedgeoftheworld: jim-in-westwood: Reversed order = genius! Free hugs, all around! I don’t know why this is so great, but it is. OH GOD IT JUST LOOKS SO GENTLE SHHH LET ME LOVE YOU just look at Jim’s face omfg I will never get over this
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ev4p0rate: not-blonde: Winona Ryder in high school “I was wearing an old Salvation Army shop boy’s suit. As I went to the bathroom I heard people saying, ‘Hey, faggot’. They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the shit out of me. I had to have stitches. The school kicked me out, not the bullies.“Years later, I went to a coffee shop and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said, ‘Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?’ And I said, ‘Do you remember me? Remember in seventh grade you beat up that kid?’ And she said, ‘Kind of’. And I said, ‘That was me. Go fuck yourself.’” Winona I fucking love you
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obliveion: i always reblog this, i don’t even know why i love this so so much
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