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Noah Kahan
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Product Placement
Monterey Bay Aquarium
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Game of Thrones Daily
DEAR READER
Jules of Nature
RMH
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sade Olutola
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
oozey mess
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Janaina Medeiros
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@illibroaperto
In the Italian city of Verona, local street artist Cibo paints colorful wall art full of appetizing food over neo-nazi graffiti (x)
Come avevo già scritto qualche giorno fa, questo ragazzo è un grande. E a Verona c'è ancora qualcuno che pensa bene.
Idolo e pure bravissimo
Non tutti gli eroi indossano il mantello
Persona prefe
Bravo ‘uaglione.
Ipotesi.
There he goes
armoured ferret
@giovaneanziano
NE VOGLIO 7
Find someone who supports you like this cat supports his owner’s music
via @sarperduman
No vabbeh…
Joyriding on Jakku.
Art by 100% Soft.
I didn’t know cheetahs meow I’ve always thought they roar my whole life has been a lie
The world’s tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from those who would steal it.
Suggestion: The dragon’s definition of “steal” is somewhat loose. It still allows the coin to be used and bartered and change hands–but on one condition: the dragon must be with it at all times.
They become a familiar sight in the marketplace.
“Here’s your change, ma'am. One gold piece.” The merchant holds out a palm, on top of which rests a tiny, brilliantly colored creature clutching a single gold coin.
“That’s a dragon,” you say dumbly. “One piece… and a dragon.”
“Yes.”
You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl.
“Ma'am–no, ma'am, you have to take the dragon, too.”
“Sorry?”
The seller notes your dubious expression. “Not from around here, are ya?” They shrug. “Them’s the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon.”
They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone mad, you slowly, slowly hold out your hand.
The dragon perks right up. It scampers from their palm to yours with the coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws.
“Have a nice day, ma'am,” the merchant says. “Spend him soon, now, you hear? At another booth, if you can. He likes to travel.”
From its perch upon your shoulder, the dragon lets out a happy trill.
Bonus: the coin eventually passes to the rogue in a group of travelling adventurers. The dragon becomes the mascot of the entire group, and they lay out a small pile of coins for him to sleep on every night, clutching his coin like a teddy bear.
me @myself
THESE PARENT BIRDS ARE SO BEAUTIFUL LIKE BIRDY DRAG QUEENS WITH FLAWLESS EYELINER AND THE BABY LOOKS LIKE AN UNFINISHED MUPPET AND I’M DEAD.
These perfectly done up geisha are just so proud of their strange little alien sock puppet.
this picture makes me happy
Every time I see this I think I laugh harder
They really do look so proud
So serious, so dignified as they bask together in the stupid looking lint monster that came out of one of their butts
I love this!
OH MY GOD YOU GUYS
Trying to find something to motivate myself and I found this little line from Van Gogh
Lea Massari, “L'avventura” (Michelangelo Antonioni, 1960).
My fucking hero forever.
Forever my queen
A Wonderful Adventure Time Illustration Featuring a Detailed Look at Finn and Jake’s Tree Fort
“I Like Hanging Out With Guys Because There’s Less Drama.”
Translation: whenever I spend time with my female friends, we always end up doing an unabridged reading of Hamlet, and I’m salty because they always make me play Polonius.
he came for his entire life holy shit
Maledizione, pensai, com'è sleale il rossore!
G.G. Marquez
