Dotty Mia

uglybloggerlol:

“What do you have in common with Edward Cullen?” 

Rob - “I look a bit like him.” 

i swear to god no one hates twilight more than rob

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basisforcomparison:

i love this.

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seratonation:

beautifulwhatsyourhurry:

commanderkarkat:

you said youd always love me

WHY IS IT SURROUNDED BY SALT

#BECAUSE IT’S A FUCKING DEMON

HOW CAN YOU BE ON TUMBLR AND NOT KNOW ABOUT THE SALT

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WHY IS THIS A THING

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tyleroakley:

tyleroakley:

Well that worked out a lot better than I imagined. (x)

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The Sexiest of Mexican Eatery: michaonthemoon: yaoibutts: I love how potato in French is pomme de...

michaonthemoon:

yaoibutts:

I love how potato in French is pomme de terre, which pretty much means “earth apple.”

like what stupid frenchman saw this:

and said “zis petite légume looks like a, how you say, APPLE! hmmm… but it grows in ze earth… HON HON HON! MAIS OUI! C’EST UNE POMME DE TERRE!”

j’adore comment ananas se dit pineapple en anglais, ce qui veut littéralement dire “pomme de pin”, genre quel type anglais a vu ça:

et s’est dit : “ow cette étrange big fruit ressemble à une, how do you say, POMME! hmmm… mais plutôt une pomme qui pousse dans les pins… HU HU HU! OH YES, IT’S A PINEAPPLE!”

(z’avez vu, on peut le faire aussi… hon hon hon!)

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sherlockology:

Heard the story of Simon Pegg and Chris Pine fooling Benedict Cumberbatch into wearing protective ‘neutron cream’ on the set of Star Trek Into Darkness, only to later tell him it wasn’t really needed, and wasn’t even real?

Well, Mr Pegg finally just shared the photographic proof of this little jest on his Twitter account…

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vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.

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