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surprisedbylife:

squireofgeekdom:

henrycalvill:

oh my god, that was really violent

     (via starksexual)

BUT NO SERIOUSLY CAN WE TALK FOREVER ABOUT HOW SHE STOLE THE ENDING. Because as soon as you get the idea that she’s alive, you think “oh, she’s going to come in at the last second and land a few punches and give Tony - the hero - enough time to get back on his feet and finish the battle, while she cheers from the side lines.” Just. Like. Every. Other. Movie. And then she FINISHES THE BATTLE. SHE KILLS HIM. 

#also can we talk about how one man in that movie treated Pepper as an Object#as a prize to be won#as a lure for Tony Stark#what happened to that man I wonder?#PEPPER POTTS FUCKING KILLED HIM#PEPPER POTTS IS A GODDESS

(Source: mishasteaparty)

davidbyrne:

The Beatles owe soooooo much to teenage girls for their success like i’m pretty sure it was teenage girls who were screaming and fainting at shows and buying all those records and not old ponytailed dudes or moody teen boys with bad hair? and somehow everyone forgets that when they’re yelling about “real music” and putting down teen girls for the performers they get excited about. like whatever. I see you.

gilinskysparadise:

in the crowd, alone,
and every second passing, 
reminds me I’m not home.
bright lights and city sounds
are ringing like a drone,
unknown, unknown.

oh, blazed eyes, empty hearts,
buying happy from shopping carts.
nothing, but time to kill,
sipping life from bottles.
tight skin, bodyguards,
gucci down the boulevard.
cocaine, dollar bills and

my happy little pill,
take me away,
dry my eyes,
bring color to my skies.
my sweet little pill,
take my hunger,
but within, numb my skin.

like a rock, afloat.
sweatin’ conversations, 
seep into my bones.
four walls are not enough,
I’ll take a dip into the
unknown, unknown.

oh, blazed eyes, empty hearts,
buying happy from shopping carts.
nothing, but time to kill,
sipping life from bottles.
tight skin, bodyguards,
gucci down the boulevard.
cocaine, dollar bills and

my happy little pill,
take me away,
dry my eyes,
bring color to my skies.
my sweet little pill,
take my hunger,
but within, numb my skin.

oh, blazed eyes, empty hearts,
buying happy from shopping carts.
nothing, but time to kill,
sipping life from bottles.
tight skin, bodyguards,
gucci down the boulevard.
cocaine, dollar bills and

my happy little pill,
take me away,
dry my eyes,
bring color to my skies.
my sweet little pill,
take my hunger,
but within, numb my skin.

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