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sammy-the-music-boy:

watsonshoneybee:

lads had a dream last night that i was at the elton john concert and halfway through crocodile rock he switched to a prince medley and real live flesh and blood prince walked out on stage, and into the stunned, hushed silence i said quietly, “i thought you were dead” and he looked straight at me through the crowds of a million people, put his mouth against the mic, and said “do i look like the kind of man who dies” absolute legend 

This wasn’t a dream this was a premonition

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lonelymountainson:

tsundereforcoffee:

captainsnoop:

how the human brain works:

electricity tickles the meat so that different slimes come out. sometimes the slime feels good sometimes bad. some people make more bad slime than good slime. that’s called clinical depression.

my biology textbook said it was more like a sauce

What is a sauce but slime with a purpose?

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darkskinho:

me: *keeps creating dramatic love scenarios at night and can’t fall asleep*

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