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#2020 vibes

“my father is a boy and my mother is a girl so i’m mixed” is the funniest possible response to someone asking your gender and it came from 6’5 Viking footballer and notable weird little guy Erling Haaland on a Snapchat

paverics

comedians can only dream of writing something this funny

riibrego

morning glory

wallpaper sizes // prints

meangirlnurse

absolutely obsessed with this entertainment reporter getting roasted by one of the breaking bad actors. he just goes right for the throat

sleepimali

Just me?

pinkbowsandstripedsocks

edwardspoonhands

Honestly, Tvyek is pretty miraculous. It’s permeable to water vapor but not to water, it’s nearly impossible to tear, but can be easily cut. It’s cheap and made entirely without binding chemicals. In addition to being used for wristbands, it’s used to wrap construction sites to keep out water during construction, for tear-resistant envelopes at Fed-Ex, coveralls for mechanics, and my wallet, actually.

Fun tip, though it looks like paper, Tyvek is plastic, and cannot be recycled with paper.

fairypsychicarchive

andromedafalls

holy fuc

piisbetterthanpie

I didn’t even know it had a name

frostedshadow

WHAT

#it works really well genuinely

He's worried about stepping on flowers. He loves nature.

monstermonger

Wow thanks everyone ;v;

Mini lore snippet lol: at first I just doodled the cat alone in the middle of a page, but I loved him so much I just turned the page and drew the whole thing. He's so great.

#cute shit #art

kafkasapartment

Flag-footed Bug (genus Anisocelis), a member of the leaf-footed bug family (Coreidae). The “flags” are tibial expansions. They serve several purposes: attract mates, a warning they might be toxic and as a diversion, hoping predators will attack the flags and not the insect.

#buggles

subbygothkittytransgf

If I died 5 years ago, my parents would have buried a son. It wouldn't have been my name on my tombstone. Who would have grieved for me? Who would have looked at the tombstone of that boy and wept for the woman that was buried beneath that ground?

It wouldn't have been my mom. Not my father. It wouldn't have been my brothers. I doubt my now ex even would have grieved for the real me. A handful of souls would have grieved for the woman that they lost, while a service was held for a dead boy in a suit.

The world would never have known me.

They say there are three deaths. When your body ceases to function, when you're consigned to the grave, and when your name is spoken for the last time. What if your name is never spoken? What of the woman who never heard her name spoken from another set of lips?

I see you, nameless ones. I may never be able to speak your name, for I do not know it, but I will grieve for you. You will not be forgotten for as long as I have tears to shed.

#trans #queer