For the confused people on my dash, Eurovision is an event where all the European countries have a musician and a song and they all battle it out like the Hunger Games. Only one will come out alive. They will become King of Europe and control the EU and everyone has to speak that language for the year until next Eurovision.

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I am just so sick of not having a job

maggiefisher:

and it’s ridiculous, because I’ve applied to like literally 45+ jobs and haven’t even gotten an interview ANYWHERE.

no matter what I do I feel like I can’t win, and it’s so, so frustrating.

I feels ya. I feels ya so hard. It is not easy anywhere. :(

youknowyourebritishwhen:

Nothing could possibly go wrong!

me trying to read fanfiction

conversationparade:

‘she tripped, but a pair of strong arms grabbed hold of her from behind before she hit the floor’

‘…she tilted her head back to look into his eyes, enjoying the feel of his warm arms wrapped around her torso’

‘…her hands intertwined behind his neck as their lips met’

‘…she wrapped her legs around his waist as

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Parents: -flipping through TV channels in the den, stumble across Doctor Who on BBC America-

Dad: Oh...oh dear god...

Me: -bursts through the door- I HEARD THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE.

caffeinatedfeminist:

1,000,000,000,000,000 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR

GOD DAMN

can i haz?

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Ya know, I was gonna wait, I really was.

I was GOING to catch up on all the Castle I had missed this year because of school.

I was GOING to watch them all in order, work my way up to the new ones.

I was GOING to.

But then, all the gifs, all the photo sets, all the CASKETT.

So now, NOW I’M WATCHING IT.

Screw you Tumblr.

I love you so much.

this almost makes them scarier

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I understand this far too well. because I still want my navel, and I want to one that you have that’s still healing. but i want my nose to heal first. IT WILL ALL HAPPEN EVENTUALLY.