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My name is Kaitlin, I'm 19, and I'm currently studying to become a zoologist. I reblog things from One Direction and Teen Wolf mostly. If you ship Elounor just turn and walk away. Formerly the-boy-and-his-comet

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americas-liberty:

Students Fed Up With Michelle Obama’s School Lunch Overhaul — Menu-Item Snapshots Spell Out Why

Wow that is depressing. 

okay but is that michelle’s fault for pushing for healtheir lunches or is it school districts’ faults for cutting corner by cutting calories but not making lunch any healthier?

let’s look into it.

^^^Agreed. She is trying. School boards aren’t.

Yeah that looks like some of exactly the same shit they served when I was in highschool but less of it.

morethanasharklovesblood:

hallucinists:

i think about this video almost every day and i am so frightened of it

what the actual fuck

1 hour ago701,875 plays

"I don’t want him to lose his funny, ‘cause that would be stinky." - Dylan O’Brien

kingxanxus:

do you ever drop something and instead of picking it back up you just stare at on the ground and think about what a failure you are

finduilasclln:

Love Don’t Die

~ A Pushing Daisies AU

Derek is nine years old when he discovers the gift that he’s been given. A gift that he didn’t necessarily ask for. Derek can touch dead things and bring them back to life. But not without consequences and conditions, many of which are heartbreaking. 

Many years later, his path crosses that of his childhood sweetheart, Stiles, in very unfortunate circumstances. But now, Derek’s gift gives him the power to save Stiles. And damned be the consequences.

 

“Where are we going?” Derek asks instead.

“Beacon Hills,” Allison answers him, and Derek’s heart skips up a bit at the name of his home town. “You ever been there?”

“You could say that,” Derek says, letting out a deep breath. “I kinda grew up there. Before boarding school.”

“Well, get ready to go back then,” Allison says, “You free this afternoon?”

“I can ask Scott to keep an eye on the restaurant,” Derek nods, “I’ve done all my baking for today. So… this dead guy from Beacon Hills, does he have a name?”

“Gościsław Stilinski,” Allison says, and Derek’s heart stops beating.

“Stiles…” he whispers out, swallowing around the lump in his throat.

Read here, on AO3 (~33K) 

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diinkle-berg:

me at the end of the school year.

i want this gif on my grave stone.

tiasiandaly:

diinkle-berg:

me at the end of the school year.

i want this gif on my grave stone.