Good morning, Starshine!
there were 7 billion pieces of biodegradable confetti, to represent each person in the world.
out there, in London, in the Olympic Stadium, there is a piece of biodegradable confetti dedicated to me.
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But when it comes time for me to actually flirt I’m just like
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the best concert ever would be when fall out boy got back together and panic! at the disco would open for them and all the members would be there and my chemical romance would also be playing and bob would be the drummer again and there’d be lots of frerard and ryden and peterick
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reblogging this because it has a shitload of notes and i really can’t understand how that happened BUT YEAH
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eggsie:dirkstridersironicgirlfriend:smuppetdong:legnaangel:scarabeus:onceaspoiler:fluent-in-lesbianism:
Only tumblr can give me feels about math…
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why.
crying.
I feel like this could accurately describe some ships I’ve shipped.
Fucking math feels
And whats even worse is regular ol’ intersecting lines
They meet once and grow farther apart forever.
That awkward moment when you start shipping lines.
I think it’s time that I step away from the computer…
If I were a math teacher, I’d have this printed and posted in my classroom. It’s a pretty effective way of remembering which type of line is which.
I’m shipping….lines?
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Hello kiddies! Here’s a few safety tips for you.
Step one: Enter crowded space. Begin at centre.
Step two: Yell at the top of your voice ‘POMEGRANATE?’
Step three: If you hear a response of ‘AWW MAN!’ go to that response as fast as you can.
Repeat if necessary.
Let’s be safe, kids.
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maybe theres a panic at the disco because of all the blood on the dance floor
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