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LOVE IS THE WHOLE POINT. OF IT ALL
Tell me more about life 17 year old on the internet
ok die alone then idc
introverts be like "i know a good spot" and then go home
Deer running from a flying squirrel as caught on a trail camera
everything about this picture is goddamn intense as fuckÂ
men really be like âwell this woman has studied this subject her whole life, and i am a man, so we have equal knowledge on thisâ
itâs ok you could have just said âi hate menâ
okay, i hate men
true romance
Just so y'all know, thereâs more lol
BRO THIS IS SO ME ALWAYS??? Anyone else????
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in fucking Tears thinking about how disgusting a baby griffin would look
behold. my ugly son.
Species accurate version
wretched little creature
nimble, a border collie-papillon mix, wins the 12â class in the 2024 masters agility championship. the first time a mixed breed has won at westminster ever.
context explaining why the announcer is screaming, this is supposed to take a high level competitive agility dog 40 seconds
This video makes me cry every time itâs on my dash and I canât even iterate why.
Like the dog doesnât even know itâs a competition and sheâs made history. She(?) just is happy and knows she made her owner happy too.
The face of a being with only a wind storm between their ears, moments before unleashing it unto the world
always a pleasure to see this girl on my dashboard
this website lets you listen to the sounds of all different forests around the worldÂ
Reblogging again cause I tried this site last night and if you need background noise to focus this is perfect for that, I was locked the fuck in on a task. And itâs also just gorgeous to listen to
I like when fic length/book length/movie length is its own punchline
characters: Ah, I'm so glad that's all over now :). But luckily that's done and dealt with and we can all resume our normal lives now :)
fic length: Chapter 9 out of 48
Odysseus: Thank you for the concern, but brother, I can assure you Our journey is almost done.
Song 11 of 40
my drafts keep growingâŠ
Last week I asked my dad if he remembers sneaking me into the cinema to see Deep Rising in 1998. He said he thought so but didn't remember which cinema it was. He was stunned that I not only remembered the exact cinema but also the time of day and the shirt I was wearing.
Today I forgot what someone told me over the phone even though the conversation ended 3 seconds ago.
âMy memory is like a chalkboard and someone else has the eraser while another someone else writes random things in permanent marker instead of chalk.â
-Actual quote from be before I even imagined I might be ADHD.
Okay, but I would pay extra for this driveway.
Um, can I please get every neighborhood kid and animal to come walk across my driveway? Can I get a cat to just run around on there? This flock of ducks did such an amazing job!
I was 18 months old when my parents built their house. After pouring the concrete slab for the foundation, my father, worldâs most sentimental man, carried me down into the hole so he could preserve a single imprint of my little baby foot in the house he was building for me to grow up in.
Naturally, I wriggled loose, so what is actually preserved for posterity in my parentsâ basement floor is my mad dash through this glorious new mud pit, followed by my fatherâs footprints in hot pursuit, a visible scuffle where the fugitive was captured, and then my fatherâs prints returning to the ladder.
I hope some future archeologist finds your parentâs basement floor because theyâre going to lie down on the ground and cry about it.