Official ominous sign (apparently translates to "Sorry", in a sincere way)
pathetic wet beast on the brink of tears
OH MY GOSH LOOK AT THEM
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Kaledo Art
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Keni

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@somehowmorebroken
Official ominous sign (apparently translates to "Sorry", in a sincere way)
pathetic wet beast on the brink of tears
OH MY GOSH LOOK AT THEM
Look through any window, Jochen Mühlenbrink
OIL ON CANVAS!!! I REPEAT, OIL!!! ON!!!!! CANVAS!!!!!!
minecraft “i can’t remember where i put anything” asmr
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There are libraries in Los Angeles that let kids read to pay off their late fees.
Each hour a child spends reading at county-run libraries knocks $5 off their account. Library staff say at least 100 kids each week read away their debt, and 3,500 suspended accounts were cleared during the first 6 months of the program.
(Source, Source 2)
If you didn’t sleep well last night, you can still feel awake if you just convince yourself you aren’t tired. ‘Placebo sleep’ not only improves cognitive function, it makes you perform better than when you spend the day thinking about being tired.
(Source, Source 2, Source 3)
It’s nice to know there’s a name for what I did for most of my college years
“i complain about tumblr but i refuse to leave unless the site itself deactivates” squad
Tbh I still don’t know
The Beatles refused to play in front of segregated audiences. It was written as a stipulation in their contracts, and at a 1964 concert in Jacksonville, FL, John
Lennon said: “We never play to segregated audiences and we aren’t going to start now. I’d sooner lose our appearance money.”
(Source, Source 2)
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“It was just the three of us. And dad was a truck driver so he was gone most of the time. It could be a lot of stress. My mom was almost like a single mother. On my third birthday we moved to a small house outside of Denver. Next door there lived an older couple named Arlene and Bill, and they started talking to me through the fence. My first memory is Arlene handing me strawberries from her garden. It was a wonderful connection. After a few months, I knocked on their door, sat down in their living room, and said: ‘Will you guys be my grandparents?’ It was so silly. They could have laughed it off. But instead they started crying. They printed out an adoption certificate and hung it on their living room wall. That certificate remained until I left for college. They became so important to me. Their house was a refuge. Bill was the kind of grandfather that always smelled like oil. He taught me to drive everything. He was always fixing stuff. But he’d stop anything to sit down with me and have a glass of tea. Arlene was the type of grandmother that loved crafts, which was perfect for a kid. We were always putting tiny sequins on things. Both of them supported me in all my dreams. Through all my phases. They encouraged me to apply for college, even though I didn’t have the money to go. And when I got accepted, they presented me with a fund. They told me they’d been putting away money since the day I adopted them. Since I’ve become an adult, I’ve learned more about my grandparents. They both grew up poor. Arlene struggled with alcoholism when she was young, and that’s why they never had children. Their lives weren’t as perfect as they seemed through the fence. My grandmother passed away in 2013. It was two days before our adoption anniversary. My grandfather gave her eulogy. And at the end, he said: ‘Arlene leaves behind her husband Bill. And the greatest joy of her life her granddaughter Katie.’” #quarantinestories
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God I love the ocean
literally the best thing ever
Hermitcraft, or Hobbitcraft?