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happy Thursday the 20th

askjennaflorida

I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?

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next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th

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You know, just in case you wanted to set your queue for the next 6 years

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HAPPY THURSDAY THE 20TH EVERYONE

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libradical

queue this post when it’s your birthday and be surprise

babyfairy

OH NO LMAOO

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frizz01percy

this should be the most reblogged post on tumblr before it dies

xan-thos-blog

We need to reblog this so much that the post breaks

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Do not like

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Keep. Reblogging.

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i woke up and saw this and reblogged just for thin now any who back to sleep

transmasc-starscream

So, anyone wanna move to discord and twitter with me?

c0co-cos

….we should have realized this when it was presented to us

notwindandnotsweeper

Whos next

coolxatu

THE HIGH COUNSEL

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grawly

what the fuck. what the fuck how. how the hell.

“how the hell” is the fact that flight paths are ENTIRELY PRE-PROGRAMMED AND SCHEDULED. This is trivial.

mcnerds

“Technology has gotten so precise that it is possible to sync the image on an enormous video screen with the movements of an actual, real life, giant flying machine carrying hundreds of human beings thousands of meters up into the air. This is trivial.”

solluxisms

It’s absolutely not trivial, because it means that a flight somehow took off when scheduled.

surprisebitch

BECAUSE IT MEANS THAT A FLIGHT SOMEHOW TOOK OFF WHEN SCHEDULED

slavery

What’s sex

acoolguy

some naked bullshit

springfieldusa

justinpie

holy shit marge

kylejorden-deactivated20200201

shenanigans-of-a-young-person

*makes a phone call*

*walks around in circles*

emeline-savage

Fun fact: your brain is trying to find the person you’re talking to because it hears them but can’t see them.

smushiguro

Fucking stupid ass brain

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coolsaddad-blog

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

feels-for-the-fictional

I have been waiting for this post all my life.

marzipanandminutiae

They are indeed purple, But one thing you’ve missed: The concept of “purple” Didn’t always exist.

Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”

A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.

So roses are red. Violets once were called blue. I’m hugely pedantic But what else is new?

ineptshieldmaid

My friend you’re not wrong About Homer’s wine-ey sea! Colours are a matter Of cultural contingency;

Words are in flux And meanings they drift But the word purple You’ve given short shrift.

The concept of purple, My friends, is old And refers to a pigment once precious as gold.

By crushing up molluscs From the wine-dark sea You make a dye: Imperial decree

Meant that in Rome, to wear purpura was a privilege reserved

For only the emperor!

The word ‘purple’, for clothes so fancy, Entered English By the ninth century

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Why then are voilets Not purple in song? The dye from this mollusc, known for so long

Is almost magenta; More red than blue. The concept of purple is old, and yet new.

The dye is red, So this might be true: Roses are purple And violets are blue

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squeeful

While this song makes me merry, Tyrian purple dyes many a hue From magenta to berry And a true purple too.

But fun as it is to watch this poetic race The answer is staring you right in the face: Roses are red and violets are blue Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.

cryoverkiltmilk

young-il-long-kiyoshi

IT GOT SO MUCH BETTER.

farrentalon

My reaction, only with coffee.

thetiredpianist

Hang on, need to send this to my literature prof

shedidnthaveaface

Please enjoy this tiny twirling water owl.

skeletonize

i was looking at old photos and i wanted to show you how our story went, a little

bronwyn and i met at age 12 but i dont have any photos from then, really, but this is from grade 9 science class when we were being goofs and i was 13

this is from our first ever sleepover, we couldn’t stop laughing and we were sleeping on a mattress on the floor and we went to boston pizza and got plastic rings that we both still have (bronwyn kept hers on a necklace after that)

i went to bronwyn’s cottage for the first time in the summer after grade 9

we had our first kiss in grade 10 when i was 14 and were in a weird kind of dating limbo period

then i moved to the states and turned 15 and told bronwyn i was in love with her and we visited every chance we could and she sent me flowers and packages

then i went to junior prom with her and bronwyn cut her hair

then we had the most beautiful summer where i spent 5 weeks at her cottage and i cut my hair

then i went back to miami for 12th grade and turned 16 and bronwyn was 17 and we went to senior prom together

then i moved back to canada for university when i was turning 17 and we finally lived in the same place again and we loved each other so much and got breakfast together every day

then after a beautiful summer we started living together when i was 18 and bronwyn was 19 and we went to bahrain together and bronwyn dyed her hair brown and now i get to see her every morning and every night and we adventure in our city and have a coffee shop and love each other more than i could have thought. there were periods of scary intense darkness but we love each other so much and i’ve never been happier. i’ve known bronwyn since i was 12 and now i’m almost 19 and i love her more and more.

skeletonize

i’m never on here anymore, but i wanted to share that almost a month ago bronwyn and i got engaged!! under a beautiful tree on a perfect day and for the rest of my life i get to pursue her and care for her and make her laugh. i’ve said this so many times but now more than ever: if this is all i get, it’s so much more than i could have hoped for.