iceboundolive:

iceboundolive:

iceboundolive:

Lonk and Petch had a baby today.

Her name is Zoldo.

i think this post was a mistake

i didnt mean for this to get notes

iammadscientist:

iamjonwanker:

don’t say “fanboy”

i dont care if you are male

you are a fangirl

I am a fanman

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adorablespiders:

sir-p-audax:

I had a tea party with Ophelia. She wanted to tip over the sugar jar. The bow is nice.

having a chilean rose hair at a tea party should be standard, i love the bow!

realmonstrosities:

Pom-pom Crabs are tiny crabs who carry a pair of even tinier sea anemones in their dainty claws.

They really like to have TWO sea anemones. If they only have one, they’ll rip in two and carry one half in each claw.

The sea anemones soon heal up because they can do that kind of thing,.

Images: Eliot Ferguson/Klaus Stiefel

havocados:

basedgaben:

My dad credits this as his favorite photo of me.
When I was younger, I was very socially anxious. I hated crowds, hated attention, hated being up on stage. In preschool there was this little Halloween show that we put on, and man, I did not want to do that shit, let me tell you. All those parents watching me sing some stupid song? Nah, that ain’t me.
But I was forced to, and I was pissed about it. My dad was in the audience, taking pictures and enjoying the show. In that moment, I swear, my tiny four year old was pure rage and resentment. I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.
My dad pointed the camera at me, and I turned, and I looked. I gave him the look that summed up all the anger, all the absolute fury that was brewing inside me. He says that he had never before seen such a perfect depiction of total and complete hatred. In his four year old son.
To this day whenever I get pissed, he calls me “Buzz Lightyear”.

I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.

havocados:

basedgaben:

My dad credits this as his favorite photo of me.

When I was younger, I was very socially anxious. I hated crowds, hated attention, hated being up on stage. In preschool there was this little Halloween show that we put on, and man, I did not want to do that shit, let me tell you. All those parents watching me sing some stupid song? Nah, that ain’t me.

But I was forced to, and I was pissed about it. My dad was in the audience, taking pictures and enjoying the show. In that moment, I swear, my tiny four year old was pure rage and resentment. I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.

My dad pointed the camera at me, and I turned, and I looked. I gave him the look that summed up all the anger, all the absolute fury that was brewing inside me. He says that he had never before seen such a perfect depiction of total and complete hatred. In his four year old son.

To this day whenever I get pissed, he calls me “Buzz Lightyear”.

I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.

senshi-choni:

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hellobrittney:

they’re coming

hellobrittney:

they’re coming

vicious-desperation:

bepeu:

no one has a crush on me. i am too strong to be crushed

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thepaisleyelf:

have I talked about how my two cats love each other so much and they literally do everything together and they’re always piled all over each other like

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even when they’re not sleeping they’re just hanging out 

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