galacticdad:

thanks to anxiety whenever i make a mistake i feel like this

image

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forgottenwinterfrost:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

That last panel is what just makes this comic PERFECT

And makes me start cackling uncontrollably every single time :D

ITS BACK

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comic-chick:

wombattea:

sizvideos:

How to catch an emu - Video

LET ME TELL YOU A THING

THIS IS A LEGIT THING

THIS IS LITERALLY WHAT PEOPLE DO TO GET EMUS TO COME CLOSE

Apparently you lie on the ground on your back and move your arms and legs.

And the emus are very curious and come over like, “The fuck is that.”

And that’s literally what it is. They come over wondering what the fuck you’re doing

This might be my favorite piece of information I have ever learned.

ceasepool:

supersharpshooter1995:

my brother just came into my room so excited to show me these photos of a pigeon he met

nice

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kaminas-spirit:

House dressed as a house painting a house on a house
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kaminas-spirit:

House dressed as a house painting a house on a house

vinebox:

she don’t know yet but when black moms do that, you about to die.

(Source: foxxycleopatra)

lukasthemayor:

themayorgothamneeds:

winnie-crossing:

mayor-ruthy:

PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST!!!!
If you run into these two, immediately leave or flip the wifi switch. I came onto the island wearing some Gracie clothing, which they both asked to catalog. When I said no, they both replied that they had the Gracie store so they can reorder it if I stop being “selfish” and let them catalog it. Mayor Liana started a tour, but then never sat down so I couldn’t leave. Her friend Mayor Brittany then proceeded to bully me, ask my age, and finally screaming that I’m ugly and fat. Finally, both of them swam out into the ocean so I couldn’t leave. After that, they trapped me in a corner, demanding bells, my clothes, and my phone number. I eventually flipped the wifi switch, losing the bells I used to get to the island and the wetsuit and Mermaid Screen that I bought.

~SIGNAL BOOST~

This makes me sick.

How can anyone.

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epic-humor:

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epic-humor:

see more

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th3worldonfir3:

goatkult:

bless
this
post

this one goes out to you, amanda

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frozenmusings:

OH MY GOD HOW COULD YOU

(Source: tinnink)

nearlya:

Danny Galieote

Shit, Chipped A Nail, 2014

Undisclosed Assets, 2014

Welcome Home Honey, 2014

The Clearing, 2014

Refreshing in Any Weather, 2014

sir-ryan-lancelot:

officialfrenchtoast:

modern day rebels

This makes me happy

huffingtonpost:

People have offered many potential explanations for this discrepancy, but this ad highlights the importance of the social cues that push girls away from math and science in their earliest childhood years.

Watch the powerful Verizon advertisement to really understand what a little girl hears when you tell her she’s pretty.

(Source: youtube.com)

japanu:

hotmesswithouthehot:

lemonmintcoughdrops:

the-grudge-girl:

I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day while I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in the corner of the subway station muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.
An overweight woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.”
Wow, this man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?
Then a tall businessman went by and the man muttered, “Human.”
Human? I can’t argue with that. Obviously, he was human.
The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings.  A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.” Cow? The man was much too skinny to be a cow. To me, he resembled a turkey or a chicken. A minute or so later, an obese man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.” Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”.
That day at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he as muttering. Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability. In Japan many people believe in reincarnation, so maybe he knows what these people were during a previous life. I observed the man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit”, “Onion”, “Sheep”, or “Tomato”.
One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on. As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said, “Bread.” I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability. The man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. It is an ability I obtained many years ago, but it’s not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.”
“Then what is your ability?” I asked eagerly.
“The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate,” he said.
I laughed because I realized he was right. He said, “Bread.” The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless.

HUMAN

HUMAN

HUMANNN
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japanu:

hotmesswithouthehot:

lemonmintcoughdrops:

the-grudge-girl:

I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day while I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in the corner of the subway station muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.

An overweight woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.”

Wow, this man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?

Then a tall businessman went by and the man muttered, “Human.”

Human? I can’t argue with that. Obviously, he was human.

The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings.  A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.” Cow? The man was much too skinny to be a cow. To me, he resembled a turkey or a chicken. A minute or so later, an obese man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.” Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”.

That day at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he as muttering. Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability. In Japan many people believe in reincarnation, so maybe he knows what these people were during a previous life. I observed the man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit”, “Onion”, “Sheep”, or “Tomato”.

One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on. As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said, “Bread.” I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability. The man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. It is an ability I obtained many years ago, but it’s not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.”

“Then what is your ability?” I asked eagerly.

“The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate,” he said.

I laughed because I realized he was right. He said, “Bread.” The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless.

HUMAN

HUMAN

HUMANNN