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1 PM: I need to sleep.
1 AM: I need to figure out what to do with my life.

orioles:

Get ready for October! The Baltimore Orioles are your AL East Champions! 

aplacetomakeyourstand:

pinktheatre gave me #20 (cookies) and beckett/the boys.

“You… made me cookies?” she asks incredulously, eyeing the twin plates of treats being held out in front of her.  “Why?”

Ryan glances to Esposito, swallowing hard against the nerves.  “Because, uh…”

“Because you’ve been moping for the last week and we’re sick of it,” Esposito blurts out, shoving a chocolate chip cookie in her face.  “Eat a cookie, Beckett.”

She takes the cookie, replacing it on the plate.  “I’m not moping.  Don’t you have work to do?”

“Not really, no,” Ryan answers with a shrug, snagging one of the peanut butter cookies from his own plate.  “Besides, we worked hard on these for you.”

“You didn’t bake.”

“We…” Esposito trails off.

“Okay, we went to the bodega and bought some cookies, warmed them up in the break room, and brought them in.  But it’s the thought,” Ryan says.

She rolls her eyes, grabbing the plate from Esposito.  “Go file some paperwork or something,” she grumbles.

Ryan slides his plate onto the corner of her desk, already moving back across the bullpen.  Esposito lingers for a moment, brow furrowed as he studies her.

“Really, Espo.  I’m fine.”

“You could call him,” he whispers, sitting in her visitor’s chair, taking a cookie from the plate.

She looks away, focusing on the blank screen of her computer.  “I’m not talking about this,” she growls.

“Fine.  Keep it all bottled up,” he says, pushing up from the chair.

Kate sighs, pulling a hand through her hair.  “Thank you for the cookies, guys,” she calls across the row of desks.

#harlem #sunset  (at a&m estate)

#harlem #sunset (at a&m estate)

wintermoth:

amberbydreams:

quirkilicious:

talikira:

wholmesianmisfit:

Who remembers

Motherfucking Scholastic

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Book

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Orders

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And then the magical traveling circus of scholastic would randomly show up

at the motherfucking BOOK FAIR

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I seriously miss the book fair.

Wait, you mean these don’t exist anymore?

MOTHERFUCKINGTHESE

*cries hysterically* WHY CAN’T WE HAVE THESE IN COLLEGE???

(Source: pyralspite)

sassy-spoon:

When friend is clearly upset but they don’t wanna talk about it but you wanna help but don’t know how and you just kinda

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dadsdikkelsen:

dailychrisevans:

The Toronto International Film Festival 2014, Vanity Fair Portraits

#how dare this steam-cooked chicken breast#look so good

duskygrayknights:

but morning person + not morning person could make the worst (or maybe the best?) otp

"Gooooood morning dear :)" "fuck you and everything you stand for"

the-box-of-tomatoes-fairy:

ellierose101:

striderkid:

dokidoki-artichokee:

hamburgurl:

1 universe, 9 planets, 7 seas, 7 continents, 809 islands, 204 countries, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting u

THERE ARE 8 PLANETS, YOU UNCULTURED SWINE.

VIVA LA PLUTO FUCK YOU

I’m pretty sure “Viva la Pluto fuck you” is the best sentence I’ve heard all week. 

there are definitely more than 9 planets in the entire universe. like at least 10

(Source: hashtaglmao)

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