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So, I'm Emily. Hi. :) I'm from England, (LANDAN BABY.!) home of great tea, and shitty weather.
Go on Say hi. say anything. ask me anything. please..!

iygrittenothing:

ryuyosei:

killipan-jones:

purrim:

purrim:

why are blonde jokes so short?

so men can remember them

this took an unexpected turn

Not if you just asked for directions.

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davidbowiesmanpackage:

soul-to—squeeze:

georgesus:

"He’s a little fighter. He kind of, he wriggles around quite a lot.” - Prince William

look at this baby what even was his name

rename him royal wiggles 


rubberbandgirlme:

if cap3 isn’t called “captain america and falcon: we’re up all night to get bucky”, i’m not watching it


Kat Dennings for Zink Magazine


Sometimes, when I need answers, I like to take my questions to Google.

I have googled “How long does heartbreak last?” The result more popular than that was “How long does heartburn last?” This implies people suffer from heartburn more than they do heartbreak, which is a good thing, because heartbreak sucks way more than acid reflux ever could. Weirdly, though, a broken heart does physically hurt. It feels heavy, like someone is sitting on your chest.

There are upsides to despair. You can wear a blanket instead of a coat and your friends won’t judge you. You can smoke indoors because nobody will have the heart to tell an inconsolable girl that a smoking ban has been in place for eight years. And you find out that people are very nice and that they care about you, even if the person you care about most doesn’t. On a positive day during an outdoor — and legal — cigarette break, I told a friend that I was fine and trotted out the line, “What doesn’t kill you make you stronger”. To which she replied, deadpan: “That’s not true, that which doesn’t kill you makes you wanna die.”

The nicest thing I heard during the worst time in my life was this: “You have to suffer heartbreak so you know what to tell your daughter when she has her heart broken.” I can’t wait for that day to come. The problem with heartbreak is that nobody can help you. Not the films you watch alone, searching for a character who feels the way you do, not the glasses or bottles of whisky you keep by your bed, and certainly not Instagram. Every time you post a picture of yourself on Instagram looking fake happy, a fairy dies.

Also, scrolling through photos of girls your ex may or may not be shagging won’t help you. Remind yourself that the right filter can be fantastically flattering, and she probably doesn’t look that good in real life.


Alexa Chung on Heartbreak, from her book (via myhorancanpiercethesky)

whitenitelight:

adore these

I like that art and even some of the quotes..

NEED prints of these


rosalarian:

coelasquid:

Sometimes body modification is just a way of telling yourself “this is still my house, I paint the walls and and I hang the art because I’m the one who owns it”

Hell yes.


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