a bubble freezing at -10º F degrees
THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I HAVE EVER VIRTUALLY WITNESSED
degrees fahrenheit degrees
Two types of people.
researching number stations at 5 am in pitch black was a fucking bad move! A REALLY FUCKING BAD MOVE!
This shit better work
HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE
what if we all got paper lolGUYS I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND I JUST GOT $150
I am not even kidding but I am reblogging this twice in a row because I just got $275.
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Today I was asked to define perfection.
My thoughts inevitably shot to your smile,
To the way your eyes sharpen when you see something you covet,
To every freckle and bump in your skin,
To your laugh,
To what it must be to hold you.
My reply was that I could not define perfection,
Because the questioner was yet to meet you.
And so they could never understand.
I lost my fucking shit when I saw this!
"You don’t need two people to plat with an ATARI… Or even two eyes"
WHAT THE SHIT?!
She fell over with that face the moment I started rubbing her belly
Belly scratches are heaven to a pig.
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I had a dream you took me to the lake,
to submerge ourselves in the waters of composure,
and lay on the shore,
basking in benevolence.
Weeks then passed,
until my inevitable departure.
Reaching over the bank to give farewell,
composure turned to betrayal and chaos,
as it tore you down,
and engulfed you.
Panic and action is all there was,
The water had nearly frozen from the chaos,
you seemed lifeless as you were dragged out,
and life was brought to you through desperation.
And through a sense of guilt and concern,
I stayed a little while longer.
I found the fire in your soul,
Through your history,
and the way you react to the world around,
We lay once more on the shore of benevolence,
and watched as it slowly became one of companionship.
When I left I was sad, because I doubt you will be the same in this world, even though I know you exist.
…Are you real?
Mike opened his eyes, looked at his calendar on his phone and sighed with pre-emptive disappointment. Father’s Day, Mike hated father’s day, and his birthday, and Christmas. All these days were just more reminders of his family hated him, ignored him, and pretended he wasn’t there.
Annual fathers day re blog
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