Let's make cupcakes!
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16, Female, Bronx N.Y.
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Weird; Sarcastic; Mango.
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I'm Erin, and I like food. Like tacos. Nom...
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Loki, I told you not to bug me when I’m hanging out with my friends!
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Oh, the cyclically self-sustaining stranglehold of capitalism.
werk.: niggasaurus-rex: digatisdi: When I was in preschool there was this...
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When I was in preschool there was this really weird system of time-out where they’d put you in this giant plastic bucket sort of like this one:
And the rule was you couldn’t leave the bucket for ten minutes.
In case you didn’t know, I was what the…
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I was helping my little brother
Where the fuck does jack come from
That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.
I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?
oh my god
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Lol omfg ^^^
klaine: sonder
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n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep…
