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I want to go to this exact point and run around it saying “I’m in Sweden!” I’m in Finland!” “I’m in Norway!” until I get tired

i aspire to great things in life

therothwoman

According to Google Maps, that point is in the middle of a small lake.

leda74

So we’ll do it in January when it’s frozen.

nightmigrations

actually that’s why they’ve helpfully dropped a big-ass cement block with a bridge surrounding it in the middle of the lake: for the express purpose of doing what OP aspires to do

slaughtermetals

there’s so much beauty in the world.

berry-bat

“It’s their job to do that. You don’t have to say thank you”

fifty-shadesofgay

can we please have more aggressively polite memes in the world???

princesconsuela

headoverhiddles

tag yourself beauty and the beast edition

#light #closest #would be Beau except I got into only 3 of the 8 schools I applied too

kurgy

what, from the bottom of my heart, the fuck

ahellakawaiigirl-blog

things i want to be

really hot

not poor

lokiloo-blog

I hate hate HATE all those 2edgy 4me theories about kids shows. Like Angelica dreaming up the rugrats, or the ed, edd, and eddy children being ghosts, or literally anything that takes a lighthearted and fun kids show and has to turn it into some tragic take of rape or murder or misinformed mental illness. So you know what? From now on I’m gonna do the exact opposite. Every cool grim-dark show is now because of a bunch of children. To get us started: Game of Thrones: A middle-school DnD campaign with the most angry, vindictive DM who has promised to kill everyone’s player characters (and their family) by the end.

werewolfxo-moved-deactivated202

The Walking Dead is actually a bunch of kids playing zombie apocalypse in their neighborhood and every time someone “dies,” it’s because their parents called them home for supper.

omnybus

Stu, let me ask you a question: how did you not realize until then that you had too many eggs? Nobody sells eggs in a big cloth-covered basket, so you must have done that yourself. That means you spent god-knows-how-long opening up twelve whole cartons of eggs, carefully placing each egg one-by-one inside a big basket, and then covering it with a big picnic cloth… and at no point- at no point- did you ever stop and think “gee, there might be TOO MANY FUCKING EGGS HERE”

You really have lost control of your life.

omnybus