lesbianlegbreaker:

superfuzzz:

even dead i’m better than u

Really? Because i busted out and you’re still stuck there. Enjoy your very tiny accommodations.

lesbianlegbreaker:

superfuzzz:

even dead i’m better than u

Really? Because i busted out and you’re still stuck there. Enjoy your very tiny accommodations.

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the-hungry-panda:

strawberrygrave:

champagnewithpapi:

"I coulda dropped my croissant"

THIS IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE VINE

HIS LITTLE SCREAM

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grant-kendrell:

SNAKES?? DID SOMEONE SAY SNAKES?? HELLO I AM HERE WITH A USELESS AMOUNT OF INFORMATION!!! LET ME TALK TO YOU ABOUT SNAKES.

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mylifeaskriz:

ruineshumaines:

Liz Climo on Tumblr.

this really cheered me up

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notenoughtosurvive:

unamusedsloth:

Nude Portraits series by photographer Trevor Christensen

This is my new favorite thing

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seifukucat:

welcome to plastic surgery addicts anonymous. i’m seeing a lot of new faces in the crowd this week and i just have to say i’m really disappointed

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unfollower:

tips for college:

  • no 1 cares if you eat alone in the dining hall
  • dont be scared of upperclassmen they dont care
  • dont raise your hand to go to the bathroom 
  • dont bring a handwritten sick note from ur mom

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eshusplayground:

cornerstorepress:

afrogothdiary:

lol, this one shook me a bit. 

Awww HEYALLL naw!!!

I think they’re cute.

eshusplayground:

cornerstorepress:

afrogothdiary:

lol, this one shook me a bit. 

Awww HEYALLL naw!!!

I think they’re cute.

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nolanthebiggestnerd:

gameraboy:

The very first Peanuts strip, October 2, 1950

history

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analogfantasy:

clarabeau:

Ladies, I am holding out my hand. Do you trust me?

I need you to open Google Maps. Locate your nearest mall. Get in your car. Drive to Yankee Candle.

Past the seasonal pumpkin display, near the back of the store, you will find a trash pile Man Candle section. You will see candles called MMM, Bacon!. Riding Mower. Man Town. (I’m not kidding. Man Town.) Stay strong. Not in this section, but likely very near this section, you will find a candle called Mountain Lodge.

Hold this jar in your hands like a talisman. Close your eyes and picture a man.

I want to be clear: I’m not talking about a Hugh Dancy. Or an Andrew Garfield, a Ben Whishaw, even a Tom Hiddleston. This exercise requires someone in the Chris Evans weight class. The Richard Armitage department. Someone with smile lines around his eyes who could chop the cedar for your bower with his own hands, strangle an alpha wolf, carry you home when you sprain your ankle in the woods, bench press your entire body. Picture this man in your mountain home with a full beard, a slightly grimy white henley, a fond half smile he reserves only for you. Now open the lid and smell Mountain Lodge.

Steady yourself on the man candle display. Give yourself a second. No, you’re not wrong. Yes, the Yankee Candle Company has just eliminated the need for men. This medium tumbler Mountain Lodge candle jar is now your boyfriend. The Yankee Candle Company has effectively replaced the need for contact with the male half of our species with a compact and clean-burning candle in a jar.

"Do you like this one?" the cashier asked, ringing me up. "Every man should be required by law to smell like what this candle smells like," I replied intensely. "That’ll be $12.01," she said.

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MOUNTAIN LODGE

Today I drove up to Massachusetts for my grandmother’s birthday. When I got off the highway I noticed a sign for the Yankee Candle Company. “Huh,” I thought, “I should stop by and smell that Chris Evans candle that tumblr was freaking out about.” Anyway, I kept driving to my grandma’s house, because I was already late, and my mission was to celebrate my grandmother’s birthday and not smell candles that may or may not smell like Boston’s favorite son.  I picked up my grandma and we headed off to lunch with her giving me directions.  I tried to hide my surprise, fear and excitement when I REALIZED WE WERE GOING TO BE EATING LUNCH AT THE YANKEE CANDLE COMPANY. (No, actually there’s a restaurant attached to the store. No, really. It’s actually a real place that looks like the Pottery Barn’s version of an English country inn. It’s called Chandler’s Gggggeeeettt iiiiittt?? Anyway if you’re going to take your grandma out to lunch in north-central Massachusetts, this is the ideal place.)

But anyway, because I want my grandma to think that I’m an adult woman who has her shit together, I didn’t mention any of the following: Chris Evans, tumblr or man-stink. I kept the conversation to neutral topics like my job, my parent’s recent move and why I’m the best granddaughter. On my way back home, I made a detour. The Yankee Candle Company Flagship Store looks like a giant, gentrified barn (it might actually be a giant, gentrified barn) and houses a museum, a fudge shop, a “Bavarian Christmas village” and of course the candle showroom (where you can make your own candles.) I wandered through trying to look casual, much the same way a high school senior tries to look casual at a college party. 

Anyway, the kind people at the Yankee Candle Company display their candles in alphabetical order so I didn’t have to ask a salesperson where the Mountain Lodge candles were or explain why I was there or why I was sweating profusely. I want to preface the next part of this story, by stating that I am not a Candle Person. Usually my reactions to scented candles can best be described as “Gross” “Ugh” or “Where are the air-sick bags?” I fully expected to take a sniff of the Mountain Lodge Candle, retch and leave empty-handed (or more likely with a pound of fudge.) 

But I didn’t. I popped the lid off the Medium Jar of Mountain Lodge (tm) and let it waft under my nose. It wasn’t gross or overpowering or smell like a Christmas elf’s farts (be honest, that’s what those candles usually smell like.)  No, my immediate thought was, “This woman on tumblr speaks the truth.” I won’t describe what Mountain Lodge smells like, because, like Clarabeau, I really want you to get in your car and drive to the Yankee Candle Company (make it the Yankee Candle Company Flagship Store in South Deerfield, Massachusetts, if you can) and smell what (I really fucking hope) Chris Evans’ dirty laundry basket must smell like. 

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libutron:

Blue-rayed Metalmark - Lyropteryx apollonia

Lyropteryx apollonia (Riodinidae) is one of those butterflies that are equally striking whether they are seen from both the upperside (top photo) or the underside (bottom photo) of the wings.

In addition to its stunning look, these butterflies have a peculiar behavior. Males are occasionally seen visiting sewage seepages or urine-soaked ground. They drink using the “filter-feeding” method, whereby they imbibe almost continually, extracting salts from mineral-rich patches of ground, or from the edges of puddles. Periodically they squirt the demineralized water from their anus, curving their abdomen so as to aim the liquid at the ground beneath their feet. There it leaches more minerals from the ground, which are re-imbibed. This process is continuous and the butterflies often recycle the same fluid many times during a period of several minutes.

The Blue-rayed Metalmark is widely distributed throughout the tropical regions of South America including Colombia, western and southern Brazil, Peru, and Bolivia.

Reference: [1]

Photo credit: [Top: ©Jeffrey Glassberg | Locality: Apuya, Napo, Ecuador (2013)] - [Bottom: ©Andrew Neild | Locality: Apuya track off the main road from Tena to Puyo, Ecuador (2013)]

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daftlypunk:

i hit my coworkers shoulder lightly and he was like “you’re going to make me cry like a girl” and i was like “what’s wrong with being a girl?” and he was quiet for a moment then he looked into the distance and whispered “the social standards they’re forced to live by”

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