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    this is federico chewing on his favorite snack book
    this is federico chewing on his favorite snack book
     
  2. luna how did yoU GET SO BIG

     
  3. riversongandthe10thdoctor:

    riversongandthe10thdoctor:

    So I got hit hard in the head with a basketball today and when I went to urgent care (to check for a concussion) and my doctor’s name was Nolan!

    Thanks :) they said I seem to be okay, just come back if my headache doesn’t go away.

    good christ, i am so glad you are okay. those damn chads were so unhelpful
     
  4. 20:45 22nd Jul 2014

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    Reblogged from i-am-the-princess-dammit

    angelclark:

    Elephant Raju Cries After Being Rescued From 50 Years Of Suffering In Chains 

    This heartbreaking story is about as elephant Raju from India that had an incredibly rough life. After being poached from his mother he was thrown from one owner to another, until he was left living in terrible conditions with no shelter at night, being used as a beggars prop all day long. Raju survived only from passing tourists and sometimes had to eat plastic and paper while being chained 24 hours a day. A wildlife organisation SOS-UK could not stand the injustice and decided to save him in a daring midnight rescue operation.

    The elephant, realizing he was being saved, started to cry: “It was incredibly emotional. We knew in our hearts he realised he was being freed” – claims Pooja Binepal, one of the rescuers in an interview with Presspeople. “Tears began to roll down Raju’s face. Some no doubt were due to the pain but he also seemed to sense that change was coming. He felt hope for the first time” – says another rescuer Kartick.

     
  5. littledinosaurarms:

    SERIOUSLY STOP POISONING MY GIRLFRIEND OKAY I TAKE OFFENSE TO THAT

    my girlfriend has celiac disease and that means that if her noodles get cooked in the same pot that cooked wheat noodles, or if the soy sauce you used is wheat fermented, or if you accidentally flick a microscopic crumb of…

    thank you for ranting on my behalf, girlfriend
     
  6. FRANK HARDY + NANCY DREW (re: ned nickerson) as told by the dresden dolls. i have always thought of the coin operated boy as ned, the singer as nancy, and the ‘you’ as frank

    coin operated boy
    sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
    but i turn him on and he comes to life
    automatic joy
    that is why i want a coin operated boy

    made of plastic and elastic
    he is rugged and long-lasting
    who could ever ever ask for more
    love without complications galore
    many shapes and weights to choose from
    i will never leave my bedroom
    i will never cry at night again
    wrap my arms around him and pretend….

    coin operated boy
    all the other real ones that i destroy
    cannot hold a candle to my new boy and i’ll
    never let him go and i’ll never be alone
    not with my coin operated boy……

    this bridge was written to make you feel smittener
    with my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
    can you extract me from my plastic fantasy
    i didnt think so but im still convinceable
    will you persist even after i bet you
    a billion dollars that i’ll never love you
    will you persist even after i kiss you
    goodbye for the last time
    will you keep on trying to prove it?
    i’m dying to lose it…
    i want it
    i want you
    i want a coin operated boy.

    and if i had a star to wish on
    for my life i cant imagine
    any flesh and blood could be his match
    i can even take him in the bath

    coin operated boy
    he may not be real experienced with girls
    but i know he feels like a boy should feel
    isnt that the point that is why i want a
    coin operated boy
    with his pretty coin operated voice
    saying that he loves me that hes thinking of me
    straight and to the point
    that is why i want
    a coin operated boy

    (Source: Spotify)

     
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    are their legs too short?

anyway i made these guys up for a story possibly a ghost hunt fic and arent they neato? anyway san is the ceramics/pottery teacher at a community college and amelia (yeah doctor whoish i know) is his student and yes of course they like each other

UGH THEIR LEGS ARE TOO SHORT GROSS

    are their legs too short?

    anyway i made these guys up for a story possibly a ghost hunt fic and arent they neato? anyway san is the ceramics/pottery teacher at a community college and amelia (yeah doctor whoish i know) is his student and yes of course they like each other

    UGH THEIR LEGS ARE TOO SHORT GROSS

     
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    okay serious me for a second:

A recurring dream I had when I was a kid was one where I would be playing in a large dollhouse.  The walls, inside and out were plain gray and it was two stories.  It was just big enough for a preschooler or kindergartener to go in, squeeze up the little staircase, and sit in the upstairs room.  There was a little play table on the first floor, and a caged red flood light on the second floor.  In my dream, I would crawl inside, only to be pissed off that there were other kids in there already playing.

Well, one day my dream came true.  I was four or five years old and my sister Alli and I were sitting on opposite ends of the hallway, throwing a ball to each other.  I had just had a delightful frozen treat: an Itzakadoozie popsicle.  Anyone who has ever had one knows that rather than a wooden stick, Itzakadoozies are frozen on hard plastic tube-thing.

And I had the plastic tube left over in my mouth.  Alli threw the ball and it hit me in the face, ramming the hell-stick into the roof of my mouth.  Then I went to some children’s hospital or urgent care clinic or something.  The reason I told you this gruesome background was to make the public service announcement: DO NOT LET YOUR KIDS CHEW ON STICKS OR STRAWS.

Anyway, I was crying and bleeding everywhere despite the paper towels my father had jammed into my tiny mouth.  We arrived somewhere I received medical attention, and I don’t remember much else aside from the paper towels being replaced with a cubic foot of gauze.  

Afterwards, however, we came back out into the waiting room and there it was: the house from my dream.  It was exactly the same: completely gray, two floors, a little table, and there was even a red caged flood light on the second floor.  I asked my dad if we’d ever been to this clinic before, and he said no.  Before he could stop me, I ran to the playhouse, crawled inside, and on the second floor was some toddler, playing in my house.  I reluctantly turned and wriggled back out to go home.

    okay serious me for a second:

    A recurring dream I had when I was a kid was one where I would be playing in a large dollhouse. The walls, inside and out were plain gray and it was two stories. It was just big enough for a preschooler or kindergartener to go in, squeeze up the little staircase, and sit in the upstairs room. There was a little play table on the first floor, and a caged red flood light on the second floor. In my dream, I would crawl inside, only to be pissed off that there were other kids in there already playing.

    Well, one day my dream came true. I was four or five years old and my sister Alli and I were sitting on opposite ends of the hallway, throwing a ball to each other. I had just had a delightful frozen treat: an Itzakadoozie popsicle. Anyone who has ever had one knows that rather than a wooden stick, Itzakadoozies are frozen on hard plastic tube-thing.

    And I had the plastic tube left over in my mouth. Alli threw the ball and it hit me in the face, ramming the hell-stick into the roof of my mouth. Then I went to some children’s hospital or urgent care clinic or something. The reason I told you this gruesome background was to make the public service announcement: DO NOT LET YOUR KIDS CHEW ON STICKS OR STRAWS.

    Anyway, I was crying and bleeding everywhere despite the paper towels my father had jammed into my tiny mouth. We arrived somewhere I received medical attention, and I don’t remember much else aside from the paper towels being replaced with a cubic foot of gauze.

    Afterwards, however, we came back out into the waiting room and there it was: the house from my dream. It was exactly the same: completely gray, two floors, a little table, and there was even a red caged flood light on the second floor. I asked my dad if we’d ever been to this clinic before, and he said no. Before he could stop me, I ran to the playhouse, crawled inside, and on the second floor was some toddler, playing in my house. I reluctantly turned and wriggled back out to go home.

     
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    Tags: CATSkitties

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    just look at thesE ADORAFUCKINGBLE CATS LOOK AT THem

the white n stripey one is federico garcia lorca and the just stripey one is bee because her head is full of bees

i really want the yawning (screaming) bee to be photoshopped into one of those series of pictures like famous football (soccer) players in weird poses get photoshopped into

    just look at thesE ADORAFUCKINGBLE CATS LOOK AT THem

    the white n stripey one is federico garcia lorca and the just stripey one is bee because her head is full of bees

    i really want the yawning (screaming) bee to be photoshopped into one of those series of pictures like famous football (soccer) players in weird poses get photoshopped into

     
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    YES GHOST ADVENTURES GUYS AS FCKN PONIES WHAT OF IT

    YES GHOST ADVENTURES GUYS AS FCKN PONIES WHAT OF IT