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dude-thats-my-ghost:

THERE WAS A PLASTIC BAG FLOATING IN THE AIR AS WE DROVE BY AND I WHISPERED TO MY MOM “do u ever feel like a plastic bag” AND WE ALMOST CRASHED THOSE WOULDVE BEEN MY LAST WORDS

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carryonmywincestson:

INTELLIGENCE IS NOT MEASURED IN YOUR KNOWLEDGE OF MATH

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