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Zack, 20, Upstate ny

Slam poetry. Yelling. Angry. Waving my hands a lot. Specific point of view on things. Cynthia. Cyn-thi-a. Jesus died for our Cynthia’s. Jesus cried. Runaway bride. Julia Roberts. Julia rob-hurts. Cynthia. Mmmmm Cynthia, you’re dead. You are dead. Be boop beep you’re dead.

—Schmidt, 22 Jump Street (via joshbgosh1)

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lazypacific:

i hate guys who judge breast-size. i mean, we can’t all be boobzilla.

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