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Apparently the pharmacy I used to fill my last prescription made a mistake and only gave me a 30-day supply instead of 90, so I just had to pay full price.

I hadn’t realized how expensive medication is since I got health insurance. I guess it’s good for something.

— 50 minutes ago with 2 notes
#ouch  #too bad I need this shit 
perchu:

you could read this from right to left or left to right and it doesnt matter. it doesnt matter

perchu:

you could read this from right to left or left to right and it doesnt matter. it doesnt matter

(Source: bradfordsox, via realbara)

— 2 hours ago with 283453 notes
Anonymous asked: Get into my pants in one sentence. Go.


Answer:

ball-deep:

Wanna shop online with my credit card while I eat your pussy?

— 2 hours ago with 518 notes

onlylolgifs:

baby arctic fox tries to eat a man alive

(via jxwolf)

— 2 hours ago with 200001 notes
— 3 hours ago with 9902 notes
#Omg 
time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

(Source: skelepponies, via mighty-chango)

— 4 hours ago with 177530 notes
#gotta reblog this again 

My cat wouldn’t stop yowling and tearing up the carpet, so I let him outside for the first time in the new house. I hope he’s having a safe and fun time and doesn’t get hurt, because I would feel so guilty. I also hope he doesn’t try to go back to the old place.

— 11 hours ago with 3 notes
#ugh  #pets  #such a pain