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[after sucking the meat clear off your bones] what are we

Everyone is (rightfully) angry at Britney’s family for keeping her under the conservatorship, but let’s not forget it was the tabloid press who drove her to a breakdown, who isolated her to the point that it was possible for her to be placed under such control. And not only did they get away with it, they harassed countless other women, and continue to do so with near impunity.

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ufco

original set

minsugababyy

What is this? And can I touch it?

ufco

it’s molten glass, you can touch it but only once…

anaami-the-witch

Had to find a clean reblog of this but it looks really nice!

plumedesnuages

Thank you for your efforts

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hnghg…. soup

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africant

Shout out to Dijonay’s parents for naming all their kids after seasonings, spices and condiments.

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miiriya

How to open a bottle using the Scientific Method.

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Amazing

highfunctioninggarbagefire

Science always blows my mind.

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sixpenceee

Tree growth looks like a monster.

cwote

Express yourself however you feel comfortable.

grayfullbster

Click for better resolution

mafuyuh

☆ The Big Three + Hero Costumes ☆

just-incorrect-bnha

Bakugou: I spy with my little eye someone who needs to shut the fuck up.

Midoriya: Is it me?

Bakugou: It’s always you.

justforsmiles

I hope you have the confidence to be you and courage to pursue what you want with no regrets. I hope you genuinely smile and laugh, with or without a reason. I hope you keep learning and keep growing as a human being. I hope you keep pushing forward. I hope you achieve or continue to retain inner peace, and I hope you love yourself for all that you are and all that you are becoming.

badjokesbyjeff

My grandfather died and I inherited some of his clothes.

He was a farmer and he loved getting dressed up every year for the local fair and exhibiting his prize chickens. My grandmother would spend the entire year searching through thrift shops looking for silly neckties for him to wear, and she loved finding ones with chickens on them.

After a few decades of this, my grandfather had amassed several dozen neckties, each one with cartoonish images of chickens flying around, laying eggs, and doing other chicken things. I always complimented him on the newest addition to his collection.

When he died a couple of years ago, he bequeathed them to me in his will. When my grandmother handed me the bag full of them, my eyes welled with tears and I smiled thinking about my grandfather looking in the mirror and straightening his tie.

Why am I telling you all of this back story? Because the last time I tried to tell this to someone and I didn’t give context, they thought it was weird that I was so excited about inheriting my dead grandfather’s hen tie collection.