*dry food crunches* Ridiculously small kitten: “Myam myam myam. Njam njam njam njam njam njam njam! Myam myam myam nyam nyam myam. Mmmam. Mrrrrram. Meep!”
Oh here it is again. The best video ever
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The Bowery Presents

shark vs the universe

#extradirty

Origami Around
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blake kathryn
almost home

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
noise dept.

gracie abrams

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sade Olutola
macklin celebrini has autism

Product Placement
todays bird
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*dry food crunches* Ridiculously small kitten: “Myam myam myam. Njam njam njam njam njam njam njam! Myam myam myam nyam nyam myam. Mmmam. Mrrrrram. Meep!”
Oh here it is again. The best video ever
Someone I’ve known for 20+ years just posted this on my Facebook wall and I’ve never felt more seen in my entire life.
Reblog to be visited by the Jeff Goldblum of Happiness, who will help you recognize that Everything Is Fleeting, Including Sadness.
im only saying this once
the only acceptable jobs for spider-man
broke high schooler
broke college student
freelance photographer
high school teacher
unpaid intern
pizza delivery guy
research assistant for doomed scientific project
guy who stands on street and spins sign for quiznos
being spider-man
and thats IT i dont want any of this “hes a genius tech ceo making millions” SHIT. Spider-man is BROKE and he missed rent this month and he has a tiny apartment and thats how its MEANT TO BE. he doesnt make money because he is our Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-man and not fucking Tony Stark.
how about dog walker while in spiderman costume
you. you get it
im imagining “being spider-man” as his full-time gig and i just
he has a patreon. the description is just the words “I’m Spider-Man” and all he ever posts is specifically-requested selfies from people who want to be sure its really him. pinned to the top of the page is a picture from the top of the empire state building (not the observation deck, the real top) of his spider-gloved hand holding a bagel that is on fire, with 34th street in the background
My twitter and insta are both @snafutype if you want to follow me on those (somewhat active) accounts.
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TED DANSON BEING TAUGHT HOW TO DO THE FLOSS IS THE GREATEST THING YOU’LL EVER WATCH.
STICK HIM LEGS UP IN THE AIR
Spider-Man: Homecoming’s Gag Reel
EVERY MOMENT OF THIS IS PURE GOLD
“My parents… are dead” OMG
Everyone crumpling in the background at “Peter-man.”
straight vampires are so unrealistic
imagine being heterosexual for all eternity.. pass
don’t you love when you’re gay and you, go for a walk and see a rainbow. it’s like… that’s for me, damn! anyway the straights can’t see this particular shade of orange so here’s the tea fellow gays: Dark Pride is gonna take place halloween night under the old mausoleum. it starts at 6pm and runs all night. please come in costume. the code phrase to get the coffin to open up and let you access the stairs is “heterosexualis renouncis”
Лапка, у которой тоже есть лапка :3
Лапка, у которой тоже есть лапка :3
“A paw that also has a paw”
I gasped
Cellulose nitrate was used to make dice from the late 1860s until the middle of the twentieth century, and the material remains stable for decades. Then, in a flash, they can dramatically decompose. Nitric acid is released in a process called outgassing. The dice cleave, crumble, and then implode.
From Dice: Deception, Fate & Rotten Luck by Ricky Jay and Rosamond Purcell, 2002.
@battlecrazed-axe-mage
Some casino dice in circulation are still made of this shit, and once you have one go acid it can infect all the dice it’s touching, and that’s why I’m distrustful bordering on terrified of casino dice
I JUST learned that this shirt cost them $10,000 to put into this movie… but they refused to compromise because they were like: he’s the hugest Golden Girls fan… this has to make the movie… so they paid $10,000 to use Bea Arthur’s likeness on this shirt… Ryan Reynolds, you’re doing Deadpool so right.
They traded all the guns in the final climactic showdown for Bea Arthur’s face. Worth it.
Reynolds paid it himself, out of pocket. It didn’t come from the budget. He talked with Bea’s sons and they agreed to it for a donation to Bea’s favorite charity. ☺️
I did not know that. That’s so much better than I could have imagined.
she just lets them wear whatever tf they want :’)
@theocseason4 Miss Fox Did That!
Interview with the Vampire + the Office
how universal of an experience is having the giving tree read to you as a small child and being distraught even tho the teacher seemed to think it was a nice story. also is this a gendered phenomenon. do girlchildren know on some level that they’re the tree not the little boy
Children designated as “gifted and talented” frequently melt down because of this story. Boys and girls both. I’ve heard many G&T educators say they don’t bring The Giving Tree or The Rainbow Fish into their classrooms at all because of it.
Wow, what is it about gifted and talented kids that makes those stories hit them so hard?
Because those stories are innately about what to do with gifts and talents, and in the case of those particular books, children often interpret them as “give up all sense of self and bodily autonomy, and carve yourself to pieces to make other people like you.”
Here’s my friend unpacking The Rainbow Fish on the topic.
^ That last comment really succinctly illustrates 90% of my mental health issues.
Yesterday, I was in yet another deep spiral of self loathing, and the CORE of it stems from this very fucking message. If I’m not saying ‘yes’ to everyone, I’m selfish and mean. No one will love me if I say ‘no’. If I’m not valuable to others, I’m worthless. If I’m better than others at something, I can’t be proud of it, it would be rude. Give give give give give. I cannot make demands of others without feeling guilty. I can’t speak my mind against others. I freeze up. I tumble into depression and dark thoughts to the point where I cannot function. I have the worst form of imposter syndrome: Am I a nice person? I can’t be. A nice person would just suck it up and keep going. Stop complaining. This anger that you feel? It’s wrong. You have to forgive and shut up. Their feelings mean more important than your own. They said something terrible, it’s not their fault. It can’t be. They are stressed. If you stand up for yourself you are just ignoring their pain. You need to be the bigger person, even if it’s killing you.
The tree gives so much it destroys itself, and we as kids are taught that self-destructive behavior that solely benefits others is not just admirable–it’s correct.