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confusedtree:

Honey Boo Boo and her family are happy, she isn’t doing anything more embarrassing than your standard blush-inducing family photo album stuff and her parents are literally putting every single dollar they make from the show into a college savings for their children and all the gifts she gets from fans get donated to LGBT youth shelters what possible bone could you have to pick with these people other than the fact that you find them slightly abrasive

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closetoghost:

Story of my life

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We lit our cigarettes off of each other’s. We were never meant to be, no. We had sex, but I could never let her touch me. She couldn’t have extracted my soul from all the places it was hiding. That’s okay. We were what we were, when we needed it.

She was out on my balcony, late one night. I was in the kitchen, when I sensed a change in energy. I walked out onto the balcony to find her sitting with a cigarette in her fingers, trembling with tears streaming down her cheeks.

I sat down in front of her, and said gently, “Come here, sweetheart.” She slid into my lap, and sobbed into my shoulder. I remember the exact feeling of her back beneath my fingertips, as I ran my fingers up and down her spine. My god, I held her, and for the first time in so long, I felt something in my heart that resembled softness. It was a heartbreaking, heartmaking feeling.

She melted my permafrost in that moment. I cared. Suddenly, I could feel tenderness again. That was a frozen ocean melting and surging to meet her. I owe my change in seasons to her. My summer finally returned.

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rec0rrupted:

My absolute favourite cat ever. This is a manul, or pallas cat. Found in the Afghan mountains, they’re one of the oldest pure-blood cousins of our own goggies.

they look like fat balls of rage

Just gonna leave this here

That last picture looks so much like how I imagined the Cheshire cat. I didn’t know that expression was possible on a real cat.  Whoa.

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