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I'm Matt. I love writing music. I'm going to spend my life doing what makes me feel happy and fulfilled, not what makes you happy and fulfilled. Please ask questions :3


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stoned-levi:

that settles it
we have to get rid of the ocean

stoned-levi:

that settles it

we have to get rid of the ocean

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happynervosa:

I have the eye of the tiger, the heart of a lion, and a lifetime ban from the zoo

(via dawn-cooper)

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breakfastburritoe:

depressed-0bsessed:

breakfastburritoe:

Are you a fisherman because I think you’re a reel catch

You spelled real wrong.

Throw this one back into the water boys we’ve got ourselves a city slicker

(via phallicburitto)

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tastefullyoffensive:

"Margaret, I don’t think they’re open on Sundays."

tastefullyoffensive:

"Margaret, I don’t think they’re open on Sundays."

(Source: felixjapan, via phallicburitto)

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handlemegently said: You're a cutie, thanks for the follow :3

Any time love c:

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THE WOMAN IN THE SECOND TO LAST GIF WHO GRABS HIS CANES LIKE “Dammit Harold, you promised you wouldn’t do this again”

(Source: lolgifs.net, via that-kid-from-the-internet)

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seasaltkisses:

i don’t know if the best part of this post is the excruciating sexism or the metal gear solid in the corner

seasaltkisses:

i don’t know if the best part of this post is the excruciating sexism or the metal gear solid in the corner

(Source: arxain, via torea-dumbass)

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that-kid-from-the-internet:

My mom bought thirteen donuts yesterday afternoon and they were all gone this morning. I told my mom I had friends over and they ate some but I am a liar and my stomach hurts.

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I hate when you’re really tired and want to masturbate and you go to look up porn and accidentally jerk off to google maps George Washington probably (via that-kid-from-the-internet)

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allyson-wonderlnd:

What I love about Deadpool is that he’s got 2 attractive woman on his side and he’s more excited about Waldo. I love accurate cosplay.

(Source: personifyingchaos, via highonthelittlethings)

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perlockholmes:

thewaywardtimeplatypus:

jonathan:

how can i become famous without being beautiful, clever or talented

idk ask nash grier 

Or Justin Bieber, in case Nash is too busy being a dickhead.

Are you saying you don’t expect Justin to be too busy being a dickhead?

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  • Baby: T- T-
  • Mom: The baby's first words!
  • Baby: T- T- To-
  • Mom: Toys? Tops?
  • Baby: To be, or not to be--that is the question:
  • Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
  • The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
  • Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
  • And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
  • No more--and by a sleep to say we end
  • The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
  • That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
  • Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
  • To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
  • For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
  • When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
  • Must give us pause. There's the respect
  • That makes calamity of so long life.
  • For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
  • Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
  • The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
  • The insolence of office, and the spurns
  • That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
  • When he himself might his quietus make
  • With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
  • To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
  • But that the dread of something after death,
  • The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
  • No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
  • And makes us rather bear those ills we have
  • Than fly to others that we know not of?
  • Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
  • And thus the native hue of resolution
  • Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
  • And enterprise of great pitch and moment
  • With this regard their currents turn awry
  • And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
  • The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
  • Be all my sins remembered.