Bahahah yes

I never wanna leave.

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Me. Everyday. Everywhere I go.

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nutbustin:

I just want to get a cute apartment with a cute person and wear nothing but underwear and a big t-shirt or sweater and dance around, cook for each other, make our own movies and record each other while we’re playing, smiling, and laughing, and lay in bed together at night snuggled up warm together so close that we can hear each others pulse.

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The end.

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dailybreakingbad:

I cook, bitch.

Jesse Pinkman, my body is willing.

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angrynerdyblogger:

do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup

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youaresogayskarth:

but if pi goes on forever won’t you eventually run out of number combinations and it’ll be forced to repeat?

No. Numbers are infinite. If there is an infinite number of integers, then there is an infinite number of possible combinations of these integers.