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She time traveled from 1978 the moves are too good
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This radiates pure joy
SHE IS OUR DISCO QUEEN
She time traveled from 1978 the moves are too good
there’s a goat! why is there a goat!? oh my god! there’s a fucking lama!
PLEASEEE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD UNMUTE THIS HE’S SO PERPLEXED
Why do llamas have kneeeeees?!!
where’s that video of the naked crackhead literally running the speed of a moving car and I use the term literally literally he was deadass keeping up with the car
Hi! Humans don’t have an eye shine, so that’s not a person!
New cryptid
Uh. Ok. Well, so, humans DO reflect light from the back of their eyes. It’s what causes red eyes in photos with flash.
Cocaine makes your pupils WIDE OPEN just like animals at night and the camera auto-adjusts for color, usually assuming the brightest color should be corrected to look mostly white
So…. No, this is just a naked crackhead…
a little less interesting, and yet so much more comforting
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
Corgi on a Carousel
HIS NAME IS MEATBALL
This is the cutest thing omg
I love this.
Can’t not reblog Meatball the Corgi, plus the music!
An epic saga
it’s really august huh… like 8 whole months have passed……….. disgusting
wow i love this
One of the truest things I’ve ever heard is that people who say they’re “brutally honest” are more interested in the brutality than the honesty.
When I get comfortable with people I start using them as pillows and foot rests
when i get used as a pillow or foot rest i feel loved
I am both of these people
Fat dick spirit is the new big dick energy
that big chode chi
Chunky Chub Chakra
fucks sake
god dammit
Okay now which one is clearer? 1?
or 2?
Maybe just take off the glasses!?
This spoke to my soul wth
I feel attacked.
i hate this post yet it keeps coming back
The life of a glasses-wearer.
knowledge is everything. educate yourself on whatever speaks to you. master whatever moves you.
I can’t believe this is only 15 seconds.
She still ain’t shit 🗣😭
Nights with you, mornings with you, everything with you.