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You have a dancing Brendon Urie on your dash.

Reblog and his butt shaking shall bring you prosperity, peace, and soothe your soul.

Here’s the thing about people with good hearts. They give you excuses when you don’t explain yourself. They accept apologies you don’t give. They see the best in you when you don’t need them to. At your worst, they lift you up, even if it means putting their priorities aside. The word “busy” does not exist in their dictionary. They make time, even when you don’t. And you wonder why they’re the most sensitive people. You wonder why they’re the most caring people. You wonder why they are willing to give so much of themselves with no expectation in return. You wonder why their existence is not so essential to your well-being. It’s because they don’t make you work hard for the attention they give you. They accept the love they think they’ve earned and you accepted the love you think you’re entitled to. Let me tell you something. Fear the day when a good heart gives up on you. Our skies don’t become grey out of no where. Our sunshine does not allow the darkness to take over for no reason. A heart does not turn cold unless it’s been treated with coldness for a while.

warandpeas

Slutty Witch

memewhore

8bitnatsuki-deactivated20200525

hell year hell year hell year hell year hell year hell year hell year hell year hell year hell year

taragrimface

(from a 2015 interview)

i hope she’s comfortable

hella-gay-trash

Please don’t forget the best one so far^^^

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another example of Koko’s humour by Jane Goodall:

autumngracy

Nothing pleases me more than to learn the fact that apes also will look at a thing and go “it me”

chimericaloutlier

#hardsame

juliawiinchester-deactivated201

I hate men

juliawiinchester-deactivated201

Can we bring this back? He’s the reason I started carrying knives everywhere… One time he saw me inside of a liquor store and I refused to step outside until he finally left.. AN HOUR LATER. He just stood there waiting for me to leave the store. Ugh. I’m glad I’m across the country from this creep.

juliawiinchester-deactivated201

Oh he also stopped by my work EVERYDAY to ask me out and EVERYDAY I would say “no thank you” it got to the point that whenever I saw his car pull up I would tell my boss and then go hide in the back room. He honestly terrified me.

thecouncilofjune

Men are fucking terrifying, I once had some random dude stalk me at work because I smiled at him. … something you get in trouble for if you don’t do when in customer service!

theeeprotagonist

what the actual fuck

personal-insane-asylum

Everytime a guy tries to describe himself to me as a nice guy and that i shouldn’t be afraid, my warning siren in my head gets louder.

cronagorgonzola

protip, people who are actually nice, don’t usually feel the need to tell everyone how nice they are.

pharaohmangos-deactivated201801

Men feel so entitled sometimes. It’s scary to watch the interactions sometimes.

michaeljruocco

I can agree with most people that the live-action Grinch is far from a great movie, but this scene always kills me.

suzie-guru

FUNNY BIT OF TRIVIA ABOUT THIS SCENE.

When the Grinch yanks the tablecloth away, everything on the table was supposed to fall. But Jim Carrey did it so expertly, all of the objects stayed right where they were! So the Grinch running back and messing everything up was improvised by Jim =)

chaos--themralds

THAT’S AWESOME Also I love the push of the table it’s so extra it’s great

alexbam

french-verbz

Well now I can correctly moonwalk away from uncomfortable situations

timecouldnever

Because everyone deserves to know how to do a mean moonwalk.

whosfuckingbad

guYS THIS IS IMPORTANT

bisexuanal

I definitely reblogged this sitting down not getting up to do the moonwalk at all

incendavery

‪life is a balancing act and i’m trying my best not to drop anything‬

humoristics

xkcd.com/1202/

credit

annabellehectorworldofweird

writing-prompt-s

The world’s tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from those who would steal it.

mildswearingat4am

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.

bdubs8807

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.

euphorichords

This is so pure I am in love

tiredonewithscars-deactivated20

Again and again and again and again

Until i give up

espressogal

once you stop fantasizing about that ideal version of yourself and start working towards becoming that person by setting your alarm clock earlier and actually going to the gym and actually volunteering at places and actually eating healthier and not procrastinating and working just a little bit harder you’ll realize that it was so easy all along. becoming your ideal self will only ever exist in your mind until you make the decision to work towards becoming that person. get up!! get going!! it’s now or never!! there is no light at the end of the tunnel!! get that flashlight and pave your own path bitch bc no one else is going to do it for u!!

captainsnoop-deactivated2020041

i’ll never understand why we don’t call countries the names they actually call themselves

like, i know this is a weeaboo-sounding example, but let’s start with Japan. They call themselves Nippon or Nihon depending on… i guess, the speaker’s accent??? or their level of formality while speaking??? I dunno. But we still called them Zipangu for like a few hundred years. And now we call them Japan.

All because Marco Polo asked someone in China about that island over there and they said “oh that’s Cipangu” and Marco Polo was like “Oh, Zipangu, cool.” And then he went back to Italy and said “Y’ALL THERE’S THIS DOPE-ASS ISLAND CALLED ZIPANGU” and people back in Italy were like “An island called Giappone? Dope.”

And this pattern of people mishearing people kept repeating until we got to “Japan.”

And we still call them Japan even though we know better. Because fuck you, Marco Polo asked the wrong person 500 years ago and misheard them and we’re sticking to that, I guess.