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A girl’s natural habitat is in a bed with many blankets and pillows and it’s inhumane to remove her from her natural habitat

The people who love you Really Do love you. Your friends don’t secretly hate you. You matter to people. You are loved. Learn to believe it even if you think it isn’t true.

fruit makes me so happy ... the colors ....... the scents ...... the taste ........................ they grow from the ground .. trees ... bushes ....... shrubs .... Ready To Eat... im so grateful for them

hang this video in the moma

who’s whipped for hockey players who don’t know i exist?

in 2017 my brother got a straw hat and was like “im being farmer john for halloween” and when i asked who that was he said “just the concept of farming” 

being a macroorganism is so stressful. i want to know what my cells are doing. I don’t like how unsupervised they are

U know when ur hairs greasy and it makes u feel so so so bad about urself. And ur entire life. Everything is awful bc my hair is greasy

no one:

charmin bears: i fucking love???????????????????????shitting ??????????????

OP

SORRY, BUT YOU FORGOT THE BEST PART OF THIS STORY

The reason the little kid mailed Kaner his championship-goal-scoring-puck is because the NHL lost the puck that Kane scored the 2010 Stanley Cup-winning goal with. Forty-seven years without a Cup, and you’d think that someone would make sure to keep track of something like that, but nooooo.

Anyway, the little kid felt bad for Kaner, who I’ll remind you had just won a Stanley Cup at the age of 20, so he gave him his puck.

You guys forgot one last part - Kane ended up mailing the puck back to Matt, with “Congratulations on your goal, you should be proud” and another autograph. Even though Kane doesn’t have his GW puck, he wanted to make sure Matt always has his. Kane was then invited to Matt’s 11th birthday party a week later.

Here is the source, for those looking for it. And more pictures :3

The only way to deal with Kaner’s talent

can’t believe the blackhawks won the 2015 stanley cup just so they wouldn’t have to eat sweet potatoes anymore (x)

Because my mum went mental, banging on about losing me as well as my dad. Didn’t want me being cannon fodder for snobs like you, judging people like me from your ivory towers with no thought about why we do what we do. We ain’t got much choice. You get me? And if we was born with same silver spoon up our arses we’d do just as well as you, if not better.