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carbisari:

A professor of cognitive science used the term “Cyberghettos”, I think we’re living in the dystopian cyberpunk future we’ve always wanted guys.

(via cyberrghetto)

rocb0yz:

husssel:

Younggggg my life right here

chile.

rocb0yz:

husssel:

Younggggg my life right here

chile.

(via baegod)

somefancyname:

I want to date someone who is genuinely my best friend. Someone who I can stay up late talking to, and have meaningful conversations with. Someone who treats everybody friendly. Someone who’s there for me when I need them to be, and vice-versa. Someone I can love.

(via whatisthat-velvet)

ionlyfollowbadblogs:

crapweaselsdotcom:

ionlyfollowbadblogs:

I just put on a pair of pants straight out of the washing machine so I can dry them with my body heat

thats metal

ikr

gnarniia:

tonight

gnarniia:

tonight

(Source: SPITTACULAR, via homicidalbrunette)

(Source: funkes, via homicidalbrunette)

scrotumcoat:

get that shit outta here with your weak ass mullet

scrotumcoat:

get that shit outta here with your weak ass mullet

(via ruinedchildhood)

rupsidaisy:

straight boys don’t shut their mouths because their lips would be touching and that’s gay

(via dutchster)

'I love that woman. I love her more than sharks love blood.'  - Francis

(Source: miss-kentons, via fuckyeah-houseofcards)

There is no solace, above or below. Only us… Small, solitary, striving, battling one another.

I pray to myself, for myself. –– Chapter 13

(Source: richelieus, via fuckyeah-houseofcards)

I said to my Professor, “why mourn the death of Presidents, or anyone for that matter? The dead can’t hear us.” And he asked me if I believed in heaven. I said no. And then he asked if I had no faith in God. I said,

“You have it wrong. It’s God who has no faith in us.” –– Chapter 12

(Source: richelieus, via fuckyeah-houseofcards)