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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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will byers stan first human second
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Sade Olutola

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NASA
Three Goblin Art

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
I'd rather be in outer space đž
KIROKAZE
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@perpetual-wanderers
um children deserve everything
Having Fun With Your Breakfast by Michele Baldini.
I am going to eat this entire candy cane.
Youâre going to get a cavity
good
30 min later, not much progress.Â
Its been an hour. I bit my tongue, my teeth hurts and Iâm almost halfway doneâŠ
One hour and half done. Thatâs impressive That takes real skill and perseverance
an hour and a half. my grandma called and I didnt take it so i could eat this⊠i hate everything
iâd rather be eating anything but this
two and a half hoursâŠ. my mouth will never taste normal again
3 fucking hours
Iâve tasted Satans asshole and it tastes like 3 hours of mint.Â
Please. Please donât bring this back.
âTis the season.
Itâs November
TO BE JOLLY
Up your game this year, OP.
YOU HAVE NOTHING TO PROVE. WHY???
Tis the season to taste Satanâs asshole falalala lalalala
Reblog if you dont shave your legs everyday.
I just want everyone to see how unrealistic some expectations are.
I havenât shaved a thing since 1603.
Every time you reblog this it makes a baby boomer vandaluse their own untouchable China cabinet in rage.
A Glasgow nightclub has installed a two-way mirror which allows male revellers in private booths to spy on unsuspecting women as they visit the toilet! With no notification or signage anywhere in the venue many female club goers have been left feeling embarrassed and used. Although they do briefly show the mirrors in a promo video, the club has been quickly deleting comments and posts on their social media from club goers trying to alert others to the situation. This is pretty much illegal and hugley violates privacy. Thank you The Shimmy Club for giving us a shiny, new, creative and cool take on objectification. article here
iâm never leaving my house again, this world is just too fucked up.
gross gross gross gross gross
Good morning disgusting. Remember ladies:
âNo space, leave the placeâ (fingernail test)
A two way mirror must be set INTO the wall, not placed on top of it.
If you rap/knock against the mirror, one installed onto a wall (a normal mirror) will make a dull sound, because thereâs something behind it. A two-way will have more reverberation.
Use the flashlight on your phone to shine on the mirror, if itâs a two-way, youâll be able to see into the other room.
You can also shield your eyes and see in if you lean up against the glass.
The room being viewed will have to be brightly lit (10x brighter than the room looking in), so if youâre in a typical dimly lit club bathroom, youâre ok.
boosting the fuck out of this
They have this in Continental Midtown in Philly, itâs fucking creepy and not cool at all
the most obvious solution i can think of is to break that motherfucker. what are they going to do? sue you for breaking something they shouldnt have had?
Thatâs fucking disgusting.
Hey, fellas. You ever feel like you have to check if youâre standing in front of a two-way mirror? Women do.
tell me that change isnât sad. tell me that even when you leave for something better, a part of you doesnât ache. because i could be pulled from the depths of hell, embraced by angels wings and pillowy clouds, and a part of me would still break, a part of me would still wonder what hell felt like without me in it. i am the woman who canât handle any change. i am the woman who is afraid that every âitâs about to get betterâ is a facade. and if i had it my way, i would still be a small atom floating perpetually through one galaxy never to know change, never to need it.
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in case you were wondering if anyone will remember your random acts of kindness:
when i was in kindergarten, i met a boy named jordan. i donât remember meeting him. i remember knowing him when, one day before dismissal, he came up and asked if he could be my friend. i was a painfully shy kid, and he was friendly and fun and talked a lot, so i said yes. we were the kind of friends that kindergarteners are: buddies during snack time, sharing the best crayons when we colored, and never even thinking that it could go outside of the walls of our school. it was fine. it was great. i had a friend. heâs the first friend i ever made on my own. heâs the first person who made me realise that i could.
my next clear memory of jordan comes when i was in fourth grade. in the morning, i was talking to kristen, who was one of my only friends at that point. she was looking forward to gym, because it was dodgeball day. i was not; i was always picked last in gym class, no matter who the team captains were. you donât pick the slow-moving kid with glasses if you want to win, and grade-schoolers can be cruel. jordan heard, though; i remember that, because i remember him looking at me as i pointed out how much i wasnât looking forward to gym, and i remember my cheeks burning because this popular kid heard about my problems.
we had lunch, and math, and finally gym to round out the day. gym, and dodgeball, and riley being one captain, and jordan being the other. and jordan, who won the coin toss, who got his pick of any kid in our class, picking me first. he didnât even hesitate. he called my name, he pointed to me, and he smiled at me when i walked up to stand next to him. when riley laughed and picked derek for his team and taunted jordan about how he was going to lose, jordan laughed right back and told him that with me on his team, he was definitely going to win. (i donât remember if we won or not. we probably didnât. all i remember is not hating dodgeball for one day, and that was enough.)
fast-forward another few years, to another gym class in another school. we were doing baseball, which was my own personal hell in seventh grade. my eyesight hadnât gotten any better, and i was too tall, too skinny, too out of touch with how to move my limbs to possibly make the bat and the ball connect. rules were rules, though, and no matter how far back in the batting line i stood, nobody was allowed to go back in the building until everyone had a chance. i made myself last every chance i could, because by that point anyone who was interested in the sport had gotten their fill and wandered away, and it didnât matter that i stuck my elbows out and hunched over the plate and swung and swung and swung at balls that kept whizzing by me and smacking into the fence.
this day, though, this day was the worst day, because i had to be in the middle of the lineup. i donât remember why; i only remember the sick feeling in my stomach, the feeling that the class would laugh at me as i stood there praying i didnât move the wrong way and get hit with the ball. when i got up to home plate, i grabbed the bat and stood there and stared at the pitching mound, and jordan smiled back at me. i was clearly nervous; it was no secret that i hated gym, wasnât any good at it. there were two kids on bases in the field, and someone in the back made a comment about striking me out; one of the kids on base groaned about how he was just going to steal home. jordan kept smiling as he walked off the mound, came up next to me, and quietly asked if he could show me how to hold the bat, how to stand. he demonstrated how to swing, and told me to just try to hit it gently. âjust like this,â he said, and held the bat out in front of himself. bunting. i knew the name, even if iâd never been able to pull it off before. âhold it there. youâll hit the ball.â
i nodded. i didnât care. i wanted it to be over with.
he walked back to the mound, looked back and me, and then took a few steps forward. âjust like i said,â he told me, and i nodded again. he tossed the ball very gently, and i held the bat out, and miracle of miracles, i bunted the ball. ârun, run,â he yelled, making a ridiculous dive for the ball, kicking it out of the way of any of the outfielders who were catching on and heading for it. âfirst base!â
i ran. i made it to first base. i laughed, because i had never been able to do that before, and jordan turned and smiled at me before returning to the mound and striking out the next three people at bat, one right after the other.
now consider this: i met jordan almost twenty-five years ago. i remember these things, these small kindnesses, the things he didnât have to do but did anyway. he probably doesnât remember doing any of them. he probably doesnât even remember me, at this point, and thatâs fine. i remember his kindness when there wasnât a ton to be had, and i remember him smiling when everyone else was laughing at me.
kindness matters. thanks for being kind, jordan. and to everyone else who has been kind, to me or to someone else: thank you, too. your kindness is noted, is appreciated, is remembered.
Thereâs a really good quote on the wall of the Student Center of my University. Iâm gonna paraphrase a bit, but it goes something like this: âPeople will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.â
Be a Jordan. Make people feel good. Theyâll remember you for it for the rest of their life.
Licia Ronzulli, member of the European Parliament, has been taking her daughter Vittoria to the Parliament sessions for two years now.
Every time this is on my dash, itâs an automatic reblog.
Iâve heard from friends in Charlottesville that some of the Nazis are reporting these photos to FB, trying to get them taken down, because theyâre afraid of losing their jobs or not getting into law school.Â
So, obviously, screenshot and spread the fuck out of every pic you can find.
Doxxing Nazis is a mitzvah
Yes, Youâre Racist on twitter has identified a lot of them.
Say no to stereotypes, be happy everyday! [x]
Cant reblog this enough
I love that this shows both sides, how society is ingrained to see women as baby-makers and men as walking wallets whoâs only worth is if they make good cash. Both are equally demeaning and limiting in different ways.Â
âall nazis are badâ should be literally the easiest safest most unanimous political statement you could make what is happening
Roast the fuck out of them. Being family doesnât mean you ever have to be okay with that shit.
*slow clapping at the dad*
I always reblog this.
i know its the mets, but this is the coolest shit iâve ever seen a human being do
Smoove with it tooÂ
This is the kind of shit you see in anime that shows that a certain character is stronger than other characters.Â
âPathetic. Â You canât even hold the bat you dare step to the plate? Have you no respect for the sport?â
reminds me of this gif
Baseball players are to be feared
Reblogging for the last one
^Same for me
They just kept getting progressively more âwoahâ
much woah
Oh my god this is a lucky universe
You homophobes are gonna be really thirsty now
Eating is going to be hard too:
Food and gay pride what could be better?
Homophobes bout to starve lololol
Starve homophobes