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osamah:

vaporheart-archive:

Oh these pies aren’t homemade, they were made in a factory.
A bomb factory.
They’re bombs.

who the fuck thought up the plot for this episode

osamah:

vaporheart-archive:

Oh these pies aren’t homemade, they were made in a factory.

A bomb factory.

They’re bombs.

who the fuck thought up the plot for this episode

The only people up at 3 am are in love, lonely, drunk, or all three.

dopechrisbro:

Okay

lohanthony:

you

lohanthony:

you

l0st-n0elle:

honeybeys:

she woke up like dis, ***flawless

😍

… its too early for this bullshit.

Me, no matter what time it is. (via lastisle)

chromeofficial:

when u hear someone singing frozen in public

image

Do It, Slap Me Bitch by Miss New York from the album: Flavor Of Love

penis-hilton:

play this at my funeral

kingsxoqueens:

Kanye on paparazzi. 

kingsxoqueens:

Kanye on paparazzi.