mishadmitrikrushniccollins:

Tumblr as a baby

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a rebellious teen

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awkward puberty stage

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young adult

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and now, as a mature adult

winsexter:

do u have some of those friends where u cant even remember how u became friends u just suddenly were friends

zootedboy:

if we skyping best believe im looking at myself in that lil window not u

alvxandra:

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i’ve never seen something so accurate

piquic:

rich people be like “oh my shoe untied, I’ll buy a new one

imsoshive:

me: what’s for dinner?

her: *spreads her legs*

me: 

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so, did you not cook or ….. cause popeyes closes at 10 and i need to leave now if i’m gon make it. 

Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.