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One Nice Bug Per Day
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todays bird
Misplaced Lens Cap
Product Placement
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noise dept.
$LAYYYTER
we're not kids anymore.
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@sugaredkitty
looks stupit I want ten
The best part of this is that the explanation is even sillier:
these aren’t even a “race” of khajit, they’re just regular khajit. Whether khajit end up like housecats or humans or a fucking lion is solely determined by what phase of the moons they’re born under.
So, you could be practically human, your sister could be a frickin smilodon, and your parents could just be housecats?
Wild
budgies be like
I have a whole collection of birb in bell, so if I may, here it is: part 1
Part 2
@dave-bird-boi
Interesting, or not really? #asmr #doodle
1400 year old ginkgo tree.
地點：陝西省西安市古觀音禪寺
Photography: Han Fei
I can’t believe people are mad about a 16-year-old girl wanting the earth to get better
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What is she supposed to do, motherfucker? Teleport?? Spontaneously develop the ability to fly unaided?
Not to mention the fact that THERE IS NO ETHICAL CONSUMPTION UNDER CAPITALISM
It doesn’t matter how committed you are to fixing the climate you still have to fuckin eat
Corporations do more harm in one hour than any singular human could do in their whole life.
a lecture
meredith, how do i open a new tab
why did my neighbors name their wifi network this
what’s the point of having a wifi network and not naming it something like this
Oh the fun you can have with network naming…
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This is my joy.
This made me look at networks near me and:
Lol the last one cute
This is real film of a real ghost
JESUS FUCK. GET THE GHOSTBUSTERS.
you can’t photoshop that shit. you just can’t
ghost choir 👻 🎵
I DID NOT THINK ANYTHING COULD TOP GHOST DUET
I WAS WRONG
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY TO BE WRONG IN ALL MY LIFE
Happy Halloween the 1st!
You can see that last ghost’s sweat, they’re trying so hard and it’s amazing!!!
One of my favorite things to see is random people trying to interact with unfamiliar outdoor cats. Just standing there with a hand out, making kissy noises, maybe meowing at the cat while it ignores them. Mankind at its best and least dignified
#stop calling me out
if you want to interact with a cat that doesn’t know you, sit down not facing it. glance at it occasionally and make an inviting noise, but mostly just play with your phone or whatever.
the cat will almost certainly come over to check you out sooner or later. it’ll stay out of arm’s reach because it doesn’t know if you’re a jerk. offer your hand and let the cat sniff. wait. if the cat wants pettins, it will indicate that by noofing your hand, flopping on its side, or coming in close.
the cat may want to be bros but not get pettins. in that case, it will sit or lie near you but out of reach. this is friendly! the cat is saying, you’re a person in my neighborhood! hi neighbor!
of course, it’s possible that the cat is a great big cuddleslut and will come love all over you. that happens too. but if it doesn’t, that doesn’t mean it’s an unfriendly cat. be chill and let the cat choose how close to get, and you’ll find most cats are pretty friendly.
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what do people in their twentys do except go to the grocery store……….
sometimes we lie in bed paralyzed by the knowledge that life is neither meaningful nor enjoyable
and then we go get snacks
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Rice University Band Performed Pride at Antigay Rival's Halftime Show
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
that is legitimately so sad and accurate it hurts
