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THE GOLDEN RULE OF TUMBLR

my god, we’re all Ross.

Excuse you.

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Excuse you

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So in conclusion, we are all the men of Friends, combined. 

Not just the men.

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Phoebe is basically a walking night blogger when she’s got a guitar.  Admit it.

In conclusion, we are the show Friends. 

we all need this on our blogs

This is the most beautiful post on all of Tumblr.

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Thank you. 

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Did anyone notice how Katy perry never actually mentions a guy/man in her song The One That Got Away like for all we know she could be singing about a chicken nugget that she dropped

Why would she get a matching tattoo with a chicken nugget

I’d get a matching tattoo with a chicken nugget. Chicken nuggets is like my family.

is that john green

That’s John Green.

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This is beautiful. And on the topic of sleepovers and kids getting stuck in uncomfortable situations: My mom and I had a code, ever since my first sleepover. I would always call home to say goodnight, and if I asked “How is the cat doing?”, it meant that I wasn’t comfortable and I wanted her to pick me up. I did use this code a few times, and whenever I did, my mom came up with the excuses for me. I was never stuck at a sleepover I didn’t want to be at - and as a child with anxiety and social phobia, this was a great system.

posts like these are the reason i love tumblr

Once, I was at a friend’s birthday party, and they began to play strip poker and 7 minutes in heaven and immature stuff like that. I am the biggest virgin that you’ve ever known, so I pretended like my phone was vibrating, punched in my mom’s speed dial, and when she answered, I said “Hey mom, whatcha need? *Pause* oh, okay. So I have to come home now? Yeah, sorry, I’ll clean my room right when I get there. *pause* ten minutes? Okay, that works. See ya.” and she understood exactly what I wanted, and she came and picked me up, and even scolded me in front of my friends for ‘not cleaning my room’. I’ve used this so many times, it isn’t funny. My mom is so understanding each time.

And now I must hug my mother and post 5 million mom appreciation posts.

(hugs this)

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Anonymous asked:

so my "friend" had sex with my now ex-boyfriend because she's a slut with no morals so I pretended everything was fine and that i blamed it on him for being a twat and then I told her that she should watch pretty little liars and that she would really like it. Then she watched the first 2 episodes and told me how much she loved it and then I took my revenge and told her that mona was A, and that Ali was alive and that she will have the same fait as mona if she ever talks to me again.

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