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“Prince William ain’t do it right if you ask me, Cause if I was him I would have married Kate & Ashley”

blackbruise:

drake: “i quit, i quit.” 

blackbruise:

drake: “i quit, i quit.” 

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It’s Aziz Ansari BITCH!

It’s Aziz Ansari BITCH!

(Source: azizisbored)

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Photographs

A life captured on film, is a life filled with memories…

Gotta wake up to this billboard every morning… Really?

Gotta wake up to this billboard every morning… Really?

Homework on the weekends,

thatbitchgotmustache:

Friday Afternoon: No worries, I have two more days to do it.

Saturday Morning: Hm, maybe I should at least start on it. NAH! I have time.

Sunday Morning: I should seriously start on my homework.

Sunday Afternoon: /procrastinates more

Sunday Night: OH MY DAMN, IT’S DUE TOMORROW.

And then there’s the sad conclusion if you didn’t finish:

Monday Morning: ”Class, please pass up your homework.”

your expression:

Too true. Procrastination is the thief of time. But I still do it.

(Source: arlynnadamos)

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Extract from “Signs of Life” (a short piece of prose)

I imagine I’ve been caught in the same trap as everyone else, in that snare set by the devil, and it is one, countless others have fallen into and like me most will never escape it. It is a timeless construction borne out of our own failings, ominous and steely; a giant mechanism of suppression it releases a slow, debilitating, and invisible poison gas throughout the world.

No matter how long you manage to hold your breath, the gas remains, its particles too heavy and potent to dissipate into the air. Of course there are those who have fought against it, attempting to run from this weapon of subjugation – they struggle against it, holding their breath, searching for some solace.
Until they feel surely they must be safe – a ploy set by the snare – with lungs about to burst they inhale, and the gas takes effect; a sophisticated drug that targets both the soul and the mind, dulling them till the eyes are so clouded over they forget they are even lost in it.