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MULTIPLICITY IS ON AT 3.30 PM HERE TODAY HSJDKJKFJSKSFJKSHK JUST AFTER TWO EPISODES OF SIMPSONS. oh man. oh man. 

Rule 1 - Post the rules. 
Rule 2 - Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then make 11 new ones. 
Rule 3 - Tag 11 people and link them to your post. 
Rule 4 - Let them know you’ve tagged them.

Erm, I’m gonna be a ruler breaker her. I don’t think I’ve got 11 tumblr friends, so whoever sees this post can feel free to answer the question. I hope someone does! Plus I’m too lazy, sick, hungry and occupied with Air Force One to bother with anything. :’D

Questions by Geekery15

1. Name and tell what your favorite physical feature of your biggest celebrity crush is?   
   Uhm, I like shoulders, hands, arms, harlines, eyes, eyebrows. I don’t have just one, and I don’t have just one big celebrity crush either XD
2. What kind of ‘modern’ things do you like?
   Hm, tumblr? Videogames? The internetz?
3. Least favorite movie genre—and why? (yes this is ONE question)
   Romantic comedies. I’m not big on romance, and the comedy is usually extremely stupid.
4. What is your opinion on unicorns?
   It would be cool if they existed?? Or maybe that would make them boring?
5. What’s your favorite season?
   Even though I hate the heat, I’m gonna say summer. Cause I can wear skimpy clothes, it’s daylight all night, and the late summer is so perfect.
6. Do you like the color of your birth stone?
   If I’m not wrong, it’s Emerald, which is OK. I like green.
7. What is your opinion of Walmart—and why do you think nothing is free if they’re always ‘Rolling Back Prices’? (yes this is ONE question)
   Man, I don’t even have an opinion. No really… I can’t really form any thoughts about this since I have never even seen a Walmart in real life.
8. Do you listen to other people pee while in public bathrooms?
   LMAO! It’s not like I can UNhear it, but I don’t try to listen..
9. What does Reality TV mean to you…if it means anything at all?
   Shitty, low quality, no substance.
10. Are you a reader or writer, or both, of Fan Fiction, and if so, what fandoms do you write for?
    Erm, a writer I’d say….but I don’t write any at the moment, and usually it’s so obscure or something.. like I don’t write about popular shows or movies (simply cause I don’t watch that much tv shows)
11. When was the last time you went on vacation and where did you go? (yes this is ONE question)
    Not counting when I was a kid and our family went on road trips.. I’m gonna say, I’ve never been on a real vacation. It’s always either been school or work. Yes, even in summer. Infact, summers have always been especially busy work-wise. Just the occcasional day trip to Sweden. That’s fine though, I like making money. I really like it. So fuck vacations :D

My questions:

1. If you could make a movie, what genre(s) would it be?
2. Have you ever been in an accident?
3. Would you rather be in a relationship with someone like you or the opposite of you?
4. Who’s your favourite movie characters? (you can name several)
5. What kind of music do you like?
6. Do you currently watch any TV shows? If so, name them.
7. What’s your favourite type of candy?
8. How would you describe your clothing style?
9. What are your hobbies, if you have any?
10. Do you have any siblings?
11. What’s your favorite beverage?

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so i’ve been biking in cold wind and sweating. ended up with a sore throat and that itchy feel in my chest. for some reason that always ends up trapping air in my system and i feel like i need to vomit pockets of air/gas. it’s really annoying and uncomfortable and I have to jump around and wave my arms to try and get it out of  my throat/chest. UHGHGHHYHGUHGUHGUHGUHG HELP

So I told my sister on MSN that I was gonna draw her something vulgar

(Source: byte-me)

LOOK! LOOK! There’s a fair/carnival (whatever you call it) in town and they had INDIANA JONES decorations, hahahaha omg. And it was actually not really shitty made.

fannyfern:

bricorama:

petitessedespassions:

What ingredients does it take to make you?

Zaira Hernandez is made of woman, spinach, and Chaos. With a dash of Mercedes.

“Lani is made of hyenas, Comedy, and time. With a dash of YouTube.”

IT’S CAUSE I LAUGH LIKE A HYENA ISN’T IT?

blanca is made of love, leopards, and volcanoes. With a dash of the 90s.

Hanne is made of bananas, Horror, and shotguns. With a dash of the 50s.

(Source: cottoncandyflufftier)

tl;dr. sorry, another dream post. 

I was in some sort of office-building with many corridors and stairs. it had the typical layout of an old school, but the rooms were either libraries or offices, (or closed doors..) I’m not sure how it all started, because the start was totally irrelevant and vague. Suddenly, I was in some horror-plot where a knife-wielding killer (sam rockwell like how he was in Moon!) was hell bent on killing me.  He was chasing me around the building, and I couldn’t escape it. He knew every floor and every door, I was running around totally clueluess and in circles. 

I finally ran into a woman, who at first didn’t seem to understand the fuss, because he was “such a charming man” and everyone else in this building had never had any problems with him. I begged her to help me out and she opened up a room, some sort of newspaper archive, saying maybe I could read up on something here from his past in order to “defeat” him…but I had to hurry cause he would find me.

 So I looked up some newspaper articles from a time period. Apparently he had been talking to me whilst chasing me, something like “it’s been (some amount) of years..” “I knew I’d find you..” etc something like that.

 Digging through articles, I found some mentioning him and a girlfriend and she had died/been murdered and it was some sort of drama with her cheating on him or leaving him etc, (it got a bit vague after I woke up) but after I had been reading a bit of this, he barged in and I had no way of escaping.

 I pleaded for my life, but he didn’t care, and as he tried to kill me, I managed to protect myself and we ended up in a brawl. I remember choking on my own scream as his knife carved into my arm, and I started rambling about the article I had read, and how it wasn’t his fault that his girlfriend left him and died, and that I figured he was trying to kill me because I looked like her, but that I wasn’t her and I would never leave someone like she did etc etc… It didn’t seem to sink in at first, but he eventually pulled away and stopped swinging the knife at me. 

He then wanted to show me the town, from the building, (I didn’t live there..) so we climbed out the windows and we were roaming around on the roof tops and such, and I remember the view was so familiar but still it was a strange town, unfamiliar. It was also springtime and the asphalt was covered in dusty, brown sand.