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Raindrops on Roses

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Hannah, 19, F, statistically proven idiot, Ravenclaw, emotional teenager etc etc. Basically a massive nerd but who isn't on this bloody website
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amphitritie

someone told me americans don’t have roundabouts and i’ve been thinking about it all week

how

Wtf is a roundabout?

i’m shook

it has come to my attention some people are not acquainted with roundabouts (latin roundus boutus). here is a handy guide for spotting different types in the wild:

this is a common/garden roundabout in its natural habitat. it prefers rain and dying grass as food sources.

this is its child. it may appear small and unassuming, but just watch it take down even the mighty range rover as it tries to make the tight bend.

sometimes they have twins instead. they resemble a pair of glasses, or tits. i once watched an old lady drive straight through both unharmed. would not recommend. deceptively dangerous.

this is a fancy ass roundabout, the average roundabout’s cousin. it has just returned from its gap year in thailand. its hobbies include condescendingly explaining simple concepts using complicated words and smiling with an air of superiority.

lastly, the most feared kind. only the bravest may take on this wild beast and survive. this is the magic roundabout. its young grow around it in grotesque sacs, bewildering the unlucky driver just trying to pop to the shops to get some milk. it is too late to save him now. tell his family he loved them. this is the end. the magic roundabout is the only true god. fear him.

where da fuck is that last one located so i can never go there in my life because what the actual hell

Swindon man, don't go there it's terrifying

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pisboy

labradoodles are nice and all but combining the food obsession of a lab with the intelligence of a poodle creates the ultimate stealth unit whose sole mission is to get into the pantry and Eliminate All Bread

that’s just me waking up hung over

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5-Year-Old Survivor Of Church Shooting Wants Christmas Cards

Ryland Ward, who was shot at a church in Texas last month has a Christmas wish that you can help grant. Ryland’s family is hoping people will help fill his hospital room with Christmas cheer. He was shot five times and is still recovering in the hospital. He is expected to remain in the hospital for another six to eight weeks. He lost his mother and his sisters in the shooting on Nov. 5th, 2017.

Cards for Ryland can be sent to the following address:

Ryland Ward

P.O. Box 174

Sutherland Springs, Texas, 78161

Think that can be arranged

SEND THIS BOY SOME CARDS!!!!!!!

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WATCH: The Oregon Zoo in Portland was closed to the public today due to heavy snow – but the zoo’s residents had a blast.

Oh my GODD THE POLAR BEAR GOT SOME SNOW HE MUST FEEL SO REFRESHED

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xenosaurus

relatable seals at the end there

“Hey Joe! Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe look!!! It’s snow!”

I need more of this shit!

Those happy elephant sounds cleared my skin and watered my crops.

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I tell dad jokes but I have no kids.

I’m a faux pa.

This post gave me a stroke

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a new law is about to be passed in Saudi Arabia that will allow the government to execute people for coming out or being openly gay online.

ignoring the fact that this is literally something out of some kind of dystopian novel, in the interests of safety i’ve emptied out my face tag and may temporarily deactivate or password protect this blog.

please reblog this and get the word out, and if you pray, please pray for me and my fellow Saudi LGBTQ+/MOGAI family.

ALSO, for those who need it [x]. its a post on erasing all traces of yourself from the interwebs. 

this is not something to read and keep to yourself. please spread this around. may Allah keep everyone safe.

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heart-fools
At some point growing stopped being painful  and started to become interesting. I’m so curious  about the girl punching her way out of me:  dirt under her fingernails, lightning in her eyes. St. Jude has never been called upon to save her. She looks like she has smashed into starlight and I am probably in love with her. I have always avoided knowledge of myself, documentation of my growth. I am not accomplished   at looking back over myself like a sprawling landscape. There are certain things that I am aware I must have lived through but I don’t remember the emergence of this girl.  I couldn’t tell you what circumstances shaped her. Maybe none.  Maybe she was just biding her time, like people so often do. I never know what she is going to do next; the hair she will cut off without a moment’s thought, the notes she will leave behind in coffee  shops wishing the barista a lovely day. She wants  to read everything, know the story of how her parents fell in love, follow the lines of her  blood back to the other side of the continent. She holds certain convictions firmly in her hand,  like religion: you must always have a fresh bunch of  flowers in your bedroom, you must allow yourself to outgrow  and depart from certain eras of your life with a gentle sort of ruthlessness, you must learn to recognise important poetry. I follow her rules. I find that I like them. This girl  of the earth, with her knowledge of full moons and fists full of survival stories, is going to change everything. ‘Don’t go,’ I tell her. ‘I will follow you anywhere.

Girl of The Earth. (via heart-fools)

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