I loved Mesut …. This is a message for the future .. Hey there annie :) idk if u are what i wanted u to be or not im texting u from thr past andi want u to know that i hope u still lovereal madrid :) andu have a boyfriend a cool one please :) and u are not virgin anymore and if u are theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen weeeeeeeeeeelll stop being go out !!!!!!! 

sunshinesanvers:

I hate that I liked Australia’s song because I don’t know why they’re still here

torturedkillianjones:

They all take this contest too serious, what the fuck, stop singing songs like that. Give me more of:

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alrightevans:

the rest of europe @ ‘the big 5′ during eurovision finals: *hermione voice* at least none of us had to buy our way in, we got in on pure talent 

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artemis69:

I think I’m not the only one feeling this weird trapped feeling today, feeling sick and overwhelmed but unable to stop reading, reblogging. Trying to understand when there is nothing to understand.

I live in the middle of it. 19 people died in front of the bar I go drinking twice a week, and my friend the barmaid was hidden behind the bar for two hours. One of my best friend lives rue Bichat and heard the gunfire from his window. I know a family trapped in stade de France. I should have been drinking in Republique at 8PM yesterday, where they started shooting.

Yeah I get it. We are freaking out.

But please, stop spreading only the bad stuff. Stop the pictures and videos of bodies in the street, of yelling and blood. Stop talking about refugee’s hate, and islamophobia.

Talk more about the people that yelled in the street the number of the code to their flat when victims where running everywhere to bring them to safety. The man that opened the window of his flat to victims of the Bataclan stranded on the roof.

Talk about the man that went back to help a stranger pregnant woman, and the kid that was carried to safety by a total stranger worried he could be trampled by the crowd.

Talk about the social media, the hashtag #porteouverte to get people out of the street and #voyageavecmoi to help people afraid to travel alone because of their religion/skin color.

Talk about the taxis that stayed in the street, bringing people home for free all night, and the bus drivers that helped evacuate the Bataclan.

The people crowding the blood centers, so much that Paris now has to send them back home.

The people in their home, terrified and in shock, and only waiting for the possibility to crowd the street and show them that we are afraid but not broken, and together.

There are handfuls of people that will take out of this tragedy all the bad lessons, the wrong evidences.

But please don’t talk about them. Talk about the fraternity and the love of the scared, scarred, ones in Paris. Because we are so many, and we won’t give up

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buttermilkqueen:

rnessaged:

buttermilkqueen:

it should be my birthday everyday

you would be very old

what a rude thing to say to someone on their birthday

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uhmeliamay:

I’m 20 and still sleep with a stuffed animal and I see no problem with that

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Good Morning Tumblr !

thebromance said: you exist ?

For you i dont ! :P hahaha 

Im back here because su loves me too much haahha

meladoodle:

i won’t rest until this lettuce has 100,000 notes

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