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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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oozey mess
Xuebing Du
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Brie Larson is the biggest Lesbian!Carol warrior
she will fight until carol gets a girlfriend mark my words
My dog has a habit where, right before a walk, she just takes a mouthful of kibble and keeps it in her mouth. Then, during the walk, she would decide on a good spot and just spit the kibble out and then eat it.
She’s looking for a good picnic spot
She’s keeping her metabolism up!
Can't go on a hike without provisions, now
have i told you guys about my favorite scene in maybe anything, ever? please watch one day at a time
Source
Video of Tama
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The picture in the background of the second one
Tama is boss
THE TRAINS HAVE CARTOON TAMAS ON THEM
Sad update everyone, Tama recently passed away… An estimated 3,000 people, including railway officials, attended Tama the cat’s funeral on Sunday, days after she died of heart failure aged 16. [x]
For those who haven’t read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god. She’s now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.
Beautiful.
Now I’m crying thanks
and a new cat was hired right?
yep! her name is Nitama (essentially ”second tama” or “tama II”) and she served under Tama as an apprentice before being appointed her deputy
she works very hard
Everytime this crosses my dash, I reblog. It is the law.
I’m crying at 11pm over train cats
Nitama, already now a mature cat (born 2010), has a protege named Yontama (fourth Tama, b. 2016). There is no information available for either the physical befellment or tragic self-disgrace which has removed Santama from contention.
^Nitama majestic, and below with Yontama
Yontama.
a legacy
okay but actually what happened to santama (or sun-tama-tama, which is her name because it’s a pun on santama) was that she was basically sent to train for the position in okayama and they liked her so much they refused to send her back
“Sun-tama-tama” (a pun off of “Santama”, lit. “third Tama”) was a calico cat sent for training in Okayama. Sun-tama-tama was considered as a candidate for Tama’s successor, but the Okayama Public Relations representative who had been caring for Sun-tama-tama refused to give the cat up writing, “I will not let go of this child, she will stay in Okayama.” [25]
As of September 2018, Sun-tama-tama is working as the stationmaster in Naka-ku, Okayama and appears occasionally on Tama’s Twitter account.
Every time I see this post there’s new info and it gets better
UnMute!
HORF
Oh my fucking ribs.
this is clearly a case of a dog being reincarnated in the wrong body
I love tango, 12/10 good horf
Do any other american high schoolers have intense survivor’s guilt and trauma with school shootings even though they weren’t at your school?
Like. A laser tag place opened geared towards teenagers and it got no business, we tried to enjoy it but when someone pointed a laser machine gun at me and I instinctively dropped behind the nearest wall and reached to turn off my phone I cried, I wasn’t the only one. The announcements system turns on at an unexpected time and everyone holds their breath until they say something besides “locks, lights, out of sight,” nobody even jokingly pops chip bags anymore, a door slammed really loud during a class change and everyone dropped and ran. Everyone cries during drills, even the toughest ranch kids. Every drill comes with a full day of teachers crying and telling us that they love us all so much and will die for us, and every kid in every class looking around wondering who would I die for? Who would die for me? You walk to the bathroom and wonder every second if it happens right now, where will I go? You test supply closet doors to see which ones are unlocked, you memorize which furniture in the teachers’ lounge your English teacher says is light enough to barricade a door with. The fire alarm goes off and nobody moves, instead you wait for gunshots—it a trap? You stand with a group of freshmen and realize that you’re the oldest, you know you’ll have to die for them. You forget your ID tag and worry that now the police won’t be able to tell your parents if you’re safe, or not safe. Your stats teacher has a baseball bat by the door, your math teacher keeps a stapler under each desk to throw, your drama teacher asks who will be willing to stand by the non-locking door with the Shakespearean swords. Your yearbook teacher tells you don’t worry about breaking a camera because you heard about the kids who died holding them. You don’t use the bathroom during classes because you don’t want to be the only target to shoot at. You keep your phone on silent 24/7 because you worry the one time you forget will be when you get your whole US History class killed. You have a snap saved with your class schedule and school and full name to send in an instant to your internet friends so they know if you were on that wing, you have a note saved with the things you want your mom to know and the things you’re sorry for. At the age of 12 I was told I needed to know who I would die for and that it was okay if it was nobody, that was my decision to make. School shootings control us more than adults and non-Americans could possibly imagine and nobody moves to change anything unless we’re actively screaming for it. Have you considered we’re too scared?
This my friends, is why America is a dystopia. And I live in it. I’m a college student and we have alarm tests. They warn us beforehand but it’s still freaky because you wonder: “What if this goes off for real? Where will I be? What building? Fucking outside?” The fear continues past high school.
I haven’t been at a school that runs these kinds of drills, but I find myself running them in my head anyway. In classrooms, I’m always assessing where a shooter could come from/where I could hide. I get pretty anxious if my back is turned to a door or window, especially an open one. Any crowds out loud noises on campus have me panicking before I’ve processed them.
dead bug on my balcony this morning
sad :(
I’m planning to organize a funeral
You’re all invited
Can i write a eulogy
Please do
HE CAME BACK TO LIFE
What did I make this bug-size coffin for then
Oh my god nael
He’s chillin right now
He says hello and thank you for your genuine kindness towards him
Update :
BUG FRIEND IS ACTUALLY A TRAITOR
Look at this lil mothersucker
Last update :
Bug Jesus/Bug Friend is no longer a friend. Actually this is with deep sorrow that I announce you he might be dead for real now. Learning he was a lil blood sucker, my mom threw him out the window. He didn’t even have a propre burial.
At least the little paper coffin I made will always remind me of his determination to stay alive
Please now pay your respects
Press F to pay respects
WE KILLED AN INNOCENT MAN
Oh jesus fuck nael this is a goddamn soap opera
EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING SO FAST I’M IN TEARS AND MY MOM IS ROARING WITH LAUGHTER SAYING IT’S ALL MY FAULT
BONUS:
MK: What’s this cord? [under the crib] HS: Okay, so I jerry-rigged basically like a baby monitor to be in there. So that when I’m in the office, I have the monitor, I can watch her nap. Now, that’s more of a necessary thing. It doesn’t bring me joy, it actually stresses me out. MK: But this does spark joy for you, knowing that you can work peacefully, and that your child is safe, right? HS: Yeah, it does make me happy, yeah.
#sometimes u just have 2 reframe ur point of view#ppl who deliberately misunderstand her are dumb af
Ashley Graham for Vogue Paris, November 2018
how is anyone supposed to look at this and survive
can i interest u in a box of friend??
Sometimes VATS gives you information in unintended ways.
i get slightly gayer every time a girl takes her hair out of a ponytail and runs her hands through it
i get gayer when girls put their hair up
i get gayer when i see a girl
I gayer girl
gay
the gay female gaze be like
the first time i saw this post i was scrolling absentmindedly while pouring myself a drink and needless to say this happened:
Soup
Hot hot soup
fuck if it’s this easy why do they close the goddamn road for like five months shit
all outta soub :(
I work for the road crew in the summer. Crack sealing (the process you see above) is fairly quick and simple. (Though holding a hose that pumps literal tons of 350F tar into the road in the middle of the summer is NOT easy)
I think what a lot of people underestimate is just how much road there is in your city. And just how many directions the crew gets pulled.
For our city of around 50k people there are 8 of us.
Also, crack sealing is a wholly temporary measure, meant to slow the break-up of the roads, it’s not a permanent fix.
Roads tend to get closed for months on end because we have to tear the whole thing up, then, depending on the class of road, we either have to hammer-drill into concrete to lay rebar and the pour concrete, or we can get straight to paving. If it’s a road requiring concrete we’re required to wait at least 24 hours for it to set.
So after 2 days we’re finally able to pave. But the city allocates one (two if we’re lucky) 5 ton truck to transport material.
A relatively short paving job requires at a minimum of 60 tons. So that’s 12 trips to the asphalt factory and back. Each ton is around $80.
TL;DR
There’s a lot of road, not many of us, and soup is expensive.
Leave the soup men alone.
Leave the soup men alone, and go vote for people who will pay for more soup and more soup people
Stop complaining that the soup men are slow
There are many cracc and few soup
Soup so hot, hot hot soup, soup so hot it looks like goop