(Source: justlittlethings)
(Source: hernameiskayla, via kvlv)
me after finding the kunstverein keys all like “oh yeah oh yeah danke shay shay shake the arms in the air like i just don’t care about fuckers without keys ‘cuz i got mine mine mien”
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right hur
On one hand I love a well-dressed, man with a bit of a five o’ clock shadow who loves classical music and eating crepes. On the other I love a legit skater, as in dogtown, local skaters with unwashed hair, no respect for society and a beautiful face. On my third hand (yeah you heard me) I love a well-dressed beardy man with a bit of tattoos showing, wrestling with art, music, literature and his purpose in life. On one foot I hate Filipino’s.
(Source: valleybythesea)
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ok prof gave me a “date filled biscuit” and I ate it thinking “nbd, dates” and then I looked at the packaging and it was 250 calories and I’m like “WTF YOU JUST GAVE ME THIS DISGUSTINGNESS EW” and now I’m like “I could eat an entire breakfast for less than that” and usually I don’t even calorie count but holy fucking shit that thing was not even as big as my palm, wtf was IN that, I’m now terrified.
