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Brb, pretending to be an apatosaurus.

Ask me anything.

INFP, Neutral Good, and an omnivore frequently masquerading as an herbivore.

Things which are an absolute delight unto the very cockles of my heart include apple orchards on windy days, baking bread, cat paws, naps, bicycles, things with owls, tall tales and fairy-tales, knee bruises, hedgehogs, blustery days, eating bowls of salad as big as my head, giraffes, freckles, skirts and sweaters, the sea-shore, snuggling up under a bunch of blankets, hooping, spending afternoons in libraries, and big warm bowls of noodles and cups of tea or coffee.

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27 July 14

(Source: Spotify)

Tags: music spotify
25 July 14

Buncha vain webcam selfies. Grapey’s ears are a special guest.

God this was a long day. Happy Christmas in July, everyone.

Tags: gpoy
24 July 14

barricadefairytales:

fidefortitude:

isenseanunquenchablethirst:

is this what responsibilities look like

can i just

so bill nighy was wearing a motion capture suit and screaming at johnny depp

and johnny depp had to scream back

without either of them laughing

just imagine that. two grown men, one in pyjamas with balls on his face, and the other in a pirate costume, screaming at the top of their lungs at each other

acting

(Source: sothoros)

Reblogged: faultyschematic

Tags: o
Posted: 12:16 AM

I got to drive a golf cart this weekend.

And by this weekend I mean Tuesday because my three-day weekend was Sunday through Tuesday haha oh retail.

19 July 14
I got drenched walking home from the bus stop, but now this purr-monster is keeping me nice and warm.

I got drenched walking home from the bus stop, but now this purr-monster is keeping me nice and warm.

Posted: 2:00 PM

do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.

you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
forever.

there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.

but you will never be
and have never been
“too much.”

"this started as something completely different, but everything comes back to you, doesn’t it?" - tyler ford (via tylerthelatteboy)

Reblogged: phsysics

18 July 14

sneercat:

glowinthedarkgirlfriend:

littlejellosalad:

ineloquentformalities:

reallymadscientist:

twotommyolivers:

Some context: entering this season, no woman had completed a televised course in either Japanese or American Ninja Warriors. I’d also argue that ANW’s qualifying courses are harder than any Stage 1 course on either.

This woman is a fucking badass. First woman ever to advance!

I’m not crying your crying

If you don’t think this is awesome you need to get out of my face

I lovelovelove the commentators on this too, not a single word about how hot she looks doing this shit, just complete and utter delight at how well she is doing here.

she made it look so EASY. does she even break a sweat?

Every second of this was amazing.

One of the big things I love about this is that she’s clearly not just a physically talented athlete, but she’s also a smart athlete. She’s aware that her smaller size makes certain tasks harder for her, so she does things like use momentum to her advantage to accomplish them. I haven’t watched any other clips from this show so I don’t know how other people approach the various obstacles, but she clearly knows how to manage them in the most energy-efficient way (like the way she get through the series of poles, for example) and how to use the course to help her rather than as a pure obstacle. And that’s really, really cool.

Reblogged: zohbugg

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17 July 14
pantieslegrandma:

Subconscious Garlic-Hater

I DO THINGS LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME.

pantieslegrandma:

Subconscious Garlic-Hater

I DO THINGS LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME.

Reblogged: chekhovandowl

16 July 14
amortentiafashion:

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Children. They were teaching children. 
Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.
Toughen them, said Godric.
Make them smart, said Rowena.
And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.
But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.
She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?
I will take them all, she said. 
I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness. 
I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 
I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.
No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.
But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.
Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power. 
For goodness. For hope.
And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:
Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.
(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)
(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)

#and this my friends is why no one is quite sure what a hufflepuff really is #the answer is: everyone #they come in a million different shapes and sizes #they could be braver than gryffindors #and more cunning and more ambitious than slytherins #even smarter than ravenclaws #but they all come to hufflepuff #and there learn to be loyal and fair and goodhearted #and that quite possibly #is why hufflepuff has hardly any dark witches and wizards #because they have learnt how to be the very last line of defense #before chaos takes over the world #and this #THIS is the sleeping dragon you do not tickle #because if they can’t protect the earth you can be damned well sure they’ll avenge it

amortentiafashion:

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Children. They were teaching children

Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.

Toughen them, said Godric.

Make them smart, said Rowena.

And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.

But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.

She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?

I will take them all, she said. 

I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness.

I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 

I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.

No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.

But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.

Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power.

For goodness. For hope.

And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:

Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.

(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)

(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)

Reblogged: springdelirium

14 July 14

zambiunicorn:

FUCKING SESAME STREET I SWEAR TO GOD

I’m finally reblogging this because I laugh so hard every time I see it.

(Source: gameraboy)

Reblogged: spazerco

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Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh