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"Racism isn’t born, folks. It’s taught. I have a 2-year-old son. Know what he hates? Naps. End of list."


Denis Leary, 1992 (via thedaddycomplex)

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  • Person: How can you tell what song it is from the first 5 seconds of sound?
  • Me: HOW CAN YOU NOT?



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spenceralthouse:

oh. my. god.

spenceralthouse:

oh. my. god.

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Camee home fter midnight ddnk and my dad iis sstiil awake. wtf.






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whudduplex:

irene-j0y:
I remember my trip two years ago, to San Francisco. I took a cab to this bridge while my sister was on a conference call.
I stood there for about two hours, looking down, people watching, and wondering how far down the water was.
A girl sat next to me, and asked me, “You’re not going to jump„ are you?”
I smiled and reassured her I wasn’t. That I was just a tourist. 
She then said, “You look a lot like my sister. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I had to ask, can I hug you? You just look so much like her.”
I felt awkward at first, but then I realized. “She jumped?”
This girl’s face just crumpled, and she started crying. I hugged her, without a second thought, and for some reason I apologized. Not sure what else I could say.
She goes, “Those were the last words she ever spoke to me.”
And I will never forget this girl, her name was Ariana.

whudduplex:

irene-j0y:

I remember my trip two years ago, to San Francisco. I took a cab to this bridge while my sister was on a conference call.

I stood there for about two hours, looking down, people watching, and wondering how far down the water was.

A girl sat next to me, and asked me, “You’re not going to jump„ are you?”

I smiled and reassured her I wasn’t. That I was just a tourist. 

She then said, “You look a lot like my sister. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I had to ask, can I hug you? You just look so much like her.”

I felt awkward at first, but then I realized. “She jumped?”

This girl’s face just crumpled, and she started crying. I hugged her, without a second thought, and for some reason I apologized. Not sure what else I could say.

She goes, “Those were the last words she ever spoke to me.”

And I will never forget this girl, her name was Ariana.

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