- OMG he’s pretty
- What’s his name I need to do some research
- watching movies/Tv shows/interviews/photoshoots HE DOES INCREDIBLE THINGS TO ME
- I need to know everything about his life
- I LOVE HIM SO MUHUHUHCH
- get in my bed already
- … okay so his perfection is annoying now
- HOW DARE YOU BEING SO PERFECT
- AND SEXUALLY FRUSTRATING
- OH GOD I HATE YOU
- GO AWAY
- JUST GO
- LIFERUINER
- I HATE YOU
- … NO I LOVE YOU COME BACK
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Look at this caption, interesting.
I think this could very well tie into a theory about Robin. He’s always just looking for someone to bang. Instead, Robin became his friend, soulmate, and future wife :)
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22/50 photos of Neil Patrick Harris
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32HOLY FUCK THE NOTES.
If you’re my follower and you don’t reblog this we have a problem~
HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THE NOTES
you better reblog this.
FOREVER REBLOG!
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Ok, so I had this weird-ass dream. Is anyone a dream analyzer of some sort?
So, it starts off with me in my drama class (which got moved to the room I go for English for some reason). And I’m sitting in my friend Pepsi’s seat. This girl from my class, Ellie, tells my teacher (who’s wearing red gym shorts and has a thick beard at the time) if she can go to the bathroom. But he says no, so she pukes on the floor right by my desk. I can’t leave without my stuff, so I have to stay there even when the next class comes in. They all leave about 40 minutes later (I’m still there trying to get my stuff clean) and go eat lunch outside. The room next door, for some odd reason, is a vitamin shop with this guy who looks like Thresh from the Hunger Games running it.
Turns out, the guys actually is Thresh and he tries to kill me. Apparenly, I’m in the middle of the Hunger Games now (this is starting to get freaky). So I run out of the window and start running in slow-motion in the parking lot away from the other tributes, who keep passing me by. They don’t try to attack me, but are running away from something, or someone. I somehow get a wand off a tree while I’m running in my school’s parking lot and start pointing it at people and shouting “Avada Kedavra!” It takes me saying it twice to kill everyone except for this ginger 11 year old who has insanely curly hair and a black cape. He won’t die no matter how much I Avada Kedavra his ass, so I’m assuming he’s the chosen one. The dream ends while he’s in the middle of yelling “Avada Kedavra” at me and pointing his wand at me.
What the fudge….!?
