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we're not kids anymore.

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@justanothervictoria
There is no difference between trump and the kid who passes you a âdo you like me? â yes! â yeah!!â note in class
is this real?????
https://gop.com/inaugural-year-approval-poll/
Itâs real
I have thought about this tweet every single day since it was posted
i think its funny that after you give blood, they keep calling you every once in a while to ask if you want to give more bloodÂ
and i get it, blood is important and in short supply, but it just seems like
hey⊠we heard you made more blood. can you⊠can you give us that new blood? that sweet sweet fresh blood? its been a while, jacob. we know you have it. we know you have the blood jacob
You are so full of blood jacob now youre just being selfish
What the British establishment has slowly been doing to Wales.
Still Life with Blue Tablecloth, 1906, Henri Matisse
Medium: oil on canvas
Njideka Akunyili CrosbyÂ
âFantastic Pitâ Ellisonâs Cave, Georgia by Stephen AlvarezÂ
Josefina Schargorodsky
Sakura macarons | cupplets
âThe name Hitler does not offend a black South African because Hitler is not the worst thing a black South African can imagine. Every country thinks their history is the most important, and thatâs especially true in the West. But if black South Africans could go back in time and kill one person, Cecil Rhodes would come up before Hitler. If people in the Congo could go back in time and kill one person, Belgiumâs King Leopold would come way before Hitler. If Native Americans could go back in time and kill one person, it would probably be Christopher Columbus or Andrew Jackson. I often meet people in the West who insist that the Holocaust was the worst atrocity in human history, without question. Yes, it was horrific. But I often wonder, with African atrocities like in the Congo, how horrific were they? The thing Africans donât have that Jewish people do have is documentation. The Nazis kept meticulous records, took pictures, made films. And thatâs really what it comes down to. Holocaust victims count because Hitler counted them. Six million people killed. We can all look at that number and be rightly horrified. But when you read through the history of atrocities against Africans, there are no numbers, only guesses. Itâs harder to be horrified by a guess. When Portugal and Belgium were plundering Angola and the Congo, they werenât counting the black people they slaughtered. How many black people died harvesting rubber in the Congo? In the gold and diamond mines of the Transvaal? So in Europe and America, yes, Hitler is the Greatest Madman in History. In Africa heâs just another strongman from the history books.â
â Trevor Noah, Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood (via christymtidwell)
The Creole Dancer, 1950, Henri Matisse
Size: 20.5x12 cm
So Mark Hamill, Daisy Ridley, and Adam Driver showed up at the Belfast airport in Ireland. I think my favorite thing about it is Daisy and Adamâs efforts to hide their faces through jackets and sunglasses
And then Markâs just like HEYYYYY!
freshman year vs senior year
After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.
The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.
The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.
Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.
Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, âIf your mother were still alive, Iâd swear that was her knock.â
When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.
Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription âLived Once, Buried Twice.â
what did i just read
Irish women are strong as fuck
âI lived, bitchâ irl