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3:05 pm • 7 December 2012 • 3,119 notes • © • via#there’s so much I don’t understand #let’s start with the serious fucking dildos in the background
11:37 am • 24 August 2012 • 124,368 notes • © • viadid not expect that
I don’t know what I expected
((*dies*))
The fuck did I just watch?
4:07 pm • 5 August 2012 • 781 notes • © • viaWhen Mitt falls in love with Kanye, he is terrified (maybe even more so than the time his garage elevator broke down.) The feelings are intense, overwhelming and almost traitorous—he has only ever felt this way about his money. To feel excited and weak at just the mere mention of Kanye’s name, to spend hours in bed alone thinking about their next meeting…it’s almost too much to take.
He wants to tell him. He wants to pour our his heart, grab Kanye by the shoulders and tell him. Tel him that he’d rather give 30 million Americans healthcare than to ever see Kanye frown. Tell him that he’d release his tax returns for a hundred years of Kanye’s love. Tell him that no fundraiser in the world could ever come close to Kanye in his heart.
But Kanye would never believe him, and the fear of rejection is so strong in Mitt’s heart that it paralyzes him; he spends the rest of the day in bed, watching his Bain stock rise. He follows the ticker, but feels nothing.
5:55 pm • 3 August 2012 • 26,425 notes • © • via3500 pound walrus practices his vocalizations
That is magnificent.
the whistling though
it was like a flute
