phylactery factory

   You are born, you realize you no longer like your tumblr theme, and then you die.

22. Girl.

Dangerous.

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Once upon a time in the land of all young blood pumping individuals….

….everyone across the board had developed the lovely habit of texting! And Oh! Wasn’t it lovely! You could never discern sadness, anger, happiness, excitement, sarcasm, or confusedness! 

AND EVERY TEXT EVER BEGAN WITH haha OR ENDED WITH haha

THE END

..haha

— 3 months ago with 1 note