JVL
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
todays bird
trying on a metaphor
Discoholic đȘ©
styofa doing anything
Not today Justin
#extradirty
Show & Tell
Peter Solarz
Sweet Seals For You, Always
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
d e v o n
One Nice Bug Per Day
taylor price
JBB: An Artblog!
RMH
almost home
oozey mess
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@anutterbutter
Roxy decided that she needed to be in the photo
This makes me laugh so hard. Like a photobombing bird torpedo.
Congratulations on your recreation of the classic surrealist painting Man in a Bowler Hat by Rene Magritte (1964)
oh my god.
i feel the extreme weight of doing something remarkable for my older self to be nostalgic about
canât wait to get fucking smashed while hot potato plays in the backgroundÂ
You know how Draco visited Harryâs train compartment at the start of books 1, 3, 4, and 5? Iâm just thinking about him walking along the corridors, looking into every single window searching for Harry whilst racking his brains for something obnoxious to say to him what a loser ALSO, DO YOU THINK he searched the entire train for Harry in Chamber of Secrets but he never found him so he trudged back to his own carriage all distressed
i hate people who can go to sleep as soon as they shut their eyes like that shit takes me 3 hours, 700 position changes and a sacrifice to the gods
yes I know Iâm sorry I was late but I put lotion on right before I left and it took me 20 minutes to get the door open
me: *lowkey wishes people take more photos of me in a poetic way*
also me: *smacks anyone pointing a camera in my direction*
Click play for high-end entertainment.
just died inside from this lil angelÂ
call the police
Iâm dialing them riâ-
US Army advert on how to praise your child
GRASP CHILD FIRMLY
I love how Daniel Handler categorizes A Series Of Unfortunate Events as âgrowing up and the facts of lifeâ which is usually the category where those really cheesy books that talk about puberty go. Like theyâre supposed to relate to everyone. Yep, I remember when I got my first pimple. Yep, I remember when I was misunderstood by my parents. Yep, I remember when I was hurt by someone who I thought was my friend. Yep, I remember when my parents were a part of a cult and used poison darts to kill the parents of a boy who would eventually grow up to join the other half of the fractured cult and be somewhat kind of involved in a fire that killed my parents, forcing my orphaned siblings and I to travel around the country, watching as our various guardians are axed off by this man who uses a variety of disguises but can always be recognized by the tattoo of an eye on his ankle, which isnât really an eye at all, but rather an acronym for the cult, and by the way, he may in fact be in love with a woman who washes up onto the shore of a brainwashed civilization one day and gives birth shortly before she and the man die and thereâs some weird family lineage between her and the person who is writing this impressively accurate account of our lives and also thereâs a fungus that probably destroyed the world and also a sugar bowl.
It happens to everyone, really.
One of my favorite things to see is random people trying to interact with unfamiliar outdoor cats. Just standing there with a hand out, making kissy noises, maybe meowing at the cat while it ignores them. Mankind at its best and least dignified
my brother found this old menu board at a thrift store and hung it up in his apartment looking like this
yknow if romeo had just Cried on juliets corpse for a couple hours instead of drinking poison Right Then they would have been Fine
The moral of the story is: always take time to cry for a few hours before making important decisions.
The most dramatic moment during my Camp Counseling career at an all girls camp was when a girl got a letter from a friend saying that Zac Efron had died and one of her bunkmates ran out of the cabin and shouted âZAC EFRON IS DEAD!!!!!â and the camp immediately fell into chaos girls were crying in the middle of camp and running around spreading the news everyone was yelling and the counselors had to look up wether or not Zac Efron was dead (this is a wireless camp so the girls couldnât access the internet and check for themselves) and then get out a megaphone and be like âZAC EFRON IS NOT DEAD PLEASE REMAIN CALMâ outside of all the cabins it was insanity.Â
Eider ducks sound as though youâve just told them a very interesting fact or juicy gossip.
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[slides nasa $20] so, tell me about the aliens
aliens: [slide nasa $40]
nasa: lmao what aliens
