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jazzygrandpa: my voice is girly when I talk to strangers but when I’m with friends I turn into morgan freeman (Source: westernkanye, via vi0lin)
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I hate when my parents come into my room at like 7 am to ask me something
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Hey, that’s the chemistry building at GA Southern….
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My curfew was the street lights! My mom called my name, not my cell. I played outside with friends, not online. If I didn’t eat what my mom cooked, then I didn’t eat. Sanitizer didn’t exist, but I COULD get my mouth washed out with soap. I rode a bike without a helmet, getting dirty was OK, and my neighbors looked out for me as much as my parents did. Reblog if you drank from a garden hose and survived!
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