reallykatie:

Here is a video of a porcupine named Teddy who really doesn’t want to share his corn on the cob. 

I think this youtube commenter sums it up pretty accurately:

How dare they look like this and sound like this with an anti-cuddle coating. Proof of a cruel and mocking God.”

I can’t even handle this!


marianamystic:

feeeeeels

Exactly!

marianamystic:

feeeeeels

Exactly!

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Clairvoyant
The Story So Far
Split

calm—reposed:

Clairvoyant - The Story So Far

Don’t paint me black when I used to be golden.


calm—reposed:

 

The Wonder Years

calm—reposed:

 

The Wonder Years


life:

We like his glasses. What about you?
On this day in LIFE — May 17, 1968: The Generation Gap

life:

We like his glasses. What about you?

On this day in LIFE — May 17, 1968: The Generation Gap


Passing the lobster tank at the grocery store.

veganprobs:

image

#veganprobs

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radian-ce:

Omg my life in words

radian-ce:

Omg my life in words

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Here’s what our parents never taught us:

You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.

You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.

A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.

You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It’s okay.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.

You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.

All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.

You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.

One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.

Molt.
Don’t be afraid.

Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.

You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.

But it’s okay. I promise.

Remember,
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.

Shinji Moon, Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us (via dulcetdecember)

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