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Call me Ambi. Straight edge. Music is my one true love. 20. Potato. NorCal. Welcome to my blog.

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thetinybrunette

Vine: ambimichelina

automaticwoman:

hatebat:

kxsxy:

sizvideos:

Video

OH MY GOD NO

*punches the wall*

Ya’ll should really watch the video instead of see these gifs

mabelsguidetolife:

limey404:

for the most part, i still need to add the pages that dipper wrote himself.

but tah dahhhh

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i’ll be adding more as they come c:

oh and there’s this

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ehehehe

i am so mad right now oh my lord

urcr:

i just wanna look like selena gomez why the fuck do i look like an eggplant

superdames:

"It Ain’t Me Babe" underground women’s liberation comix anthology (1970) cover by Trina Robbins

superdames:

"It Ain’t Me Babe" underground women’s liberation comix anthology (1970) cover by Trina Robbins

phobias:

"how are you single?"

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galactic-kat:

wasarahbi:

emes:

leeantsypantsy:

all-aboutqoqo:



“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”




the last sentence

lmao what

There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this because it is my fave.

galactic-kat:

wasarahbi:

emes:

leeantsypantsy:

all-aboutqoqo:

“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”

the last sentence

lmao what

There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this because it is my fave.

lapfoxs:

this is literally everyone on tumblr