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If she knows what song is coming next on the mix CD you made her: She loves you.

If she hides your shoes when you’re late for work, and from a supine position on the couch plays “Hot/Cold,” and, finally, after 15 minutes of you ignoring her screaming, “Boiling! Burning up!” every time you stalk angrily by the dishwasher, gets up, flips it open to reveal the shoes, sitting there among the plates, and hands them over with a kiss and a giggle, and then laughs some more as you tie your laces in a silent rage: She loves you.

If she calls you at work that day to ask, “How are those shoes working out?”: She loves you.

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and my little sister asks, “how many paragraphs does it have to be?”

Remember that? When you measured essays in terms of paragraphs? You guys! Remember the 5-paragraph essay?

Well… today I go home for Christmas break. But I still have a paper due. So this is what I’m bringing home with me.

youveescaped:

by mia nolting

(via baseln)

We might not be the best people, but we’re not the worst.

(Source: thementaliz, via fuckyeahlizlemon)

drawnblog:

Function World by Grant Snider (via INCIDENTAL COMICS)

(via freshphotons)

Well this is one of the most sexist things I’ve read all year (and is a great example of how sexism hurts everybody, not just women)

Nope, I’m not providing you with the video right here because I want you to go over to Videogum (where you belong in the first place) and read Gabe’s commentary. Go!

BU Goes to the Quidditch World Cup (by bu)