flutstop:

Blue deer by *V-L-A-D-I-M-I-R

thefrogman:

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if bear could twitter, it would look like carrot

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ohhaiamturbo:

ohhhromeo:

Thank you @purpleturt for posting this photo of your new Frenchie Butt Wiggle throw pillow! It looks great!👍😊😁 More at society6.com/jamiekakleas

Gah!

D’AW

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stammsternenstaub:

reaill:

astrogasmic:

Astronaut problems.

omg that’s adorable

M

pffffFFFF

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stammsternenstaub:

Lt.

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rosalarian:

I have many homes.

stammsternenstaub:

Z.

omiglob i want all of these plz

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no-chickflick-moments:

modifyourown:

fuckyeahsexyatheists:

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twinfools:

ftmark:

marxisforbros:

linesinbetween:

So Brad totally talked about this in an interview, saying that Shiloh prefers to be addressed by all the family as John (and if anyone calls ze—I guess, I’m not sure if there are chosen gender pronouns yet, so I’m just going to use ze/zir—Shiloh, ze’ll be all “it’s JOHN OKAY?”) and prefers traditionally “masculine” things like swords and boy clothes etc., and he and Angelina don’t care because they a) recognize that not all children are the same/follow traditional gender binaries and b) they love John no matter what so it doesn’t matter to them what gender ze is. Which I thought was awesome/adorable.

Love them so much.

so

awesome

omg

I’m not nessesarily a big fan of Jolie, however I will say this: If my mother had done for me what she is doing for Shiloh/John it would have saved me a a childhood full of frustration, numbness and confusion. I would not now look back on 19 years worth of life and wish I had been able to LIVE IT. Instead, I spent 19 years pretending to be someone else. I can’t help but feel robbed. Why do we tell children who they are? HOW can we tell children who they are?

Parents, please, LISTEN to your kids. Embrace difference and know that you are raising your children right by allowing them to be themselves and loving them unconditionally.

AMEN!!

Everyone who’s liked or reblogged this seriously needs to become a parent. Please, for the good of humanity — reproduce, smart people.

10 points, Angie and Brad. 10 points.

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why must i do this to myself

i want to take them all home

come to me preciouses let me shelter you

gay-bacon-strips:

suklaaaa:

bunnyinafez:

iwantfitbody:

madamedepompador:

winchesterwolves:

moniker-padacklyte:

zillystring:

wasereborworthit:

mellowminty:

pizzaforpresident:

petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’

what about alaska

are we then normal canada

canada a bit to the left

What about South America? Is that just America? Or South South Canada?

i cried my ass of laughing

WARM CANADA

i caN’T BREATHE OH MY GOD

canada that totally is a planet shut the fuck up

american friends: yes this is what we learn in geography up here why do you ask 

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this fucking post <3

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yearoftheknife:

lleveret:

The Silence of Dogs in Cars, Martin Usborne.

I was once left in a car at a young age. I don’t know when or where or for how long, possibly at the age of four, perhaps outside a supermarket, probably for fifteen minutes only. The details don’t matter. The point is that I wondered if anyone would come back. The fear I felt was strong: in a child’s mind it is possible to be alone forever.

Around the same age I began to feel a deep affinity with animals – in particular their plight at the hands of humans. I saw a TV documentary that included footage of a dog being put in a plastic bag and being kicked. What appalled me most was that the dog could not speak back.

I should say that I was a well-loved child and never abandoned and yet it is clear that both these experiences arose from the same place deep inside me: a fear of being alone and unheard.

When I started this project I knew the photos would be dark. In a sense, I was attempting to go back inside my car, to re-experience what I couldn’t bear as a child. What I didn’t expect was to see so many subtle reactions by the dogs: some sad, some expectant, some angry, some dejected. It was as if upon opening up a box of grey-coloured pencils I was surprised to see so many shades inside.

There is life in the darkest places inside us.

This hits me in places I’d forgotten I had.

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guymontagburning:

She’s really proud of herself. She rolled this out and then sat on it, admiring it, for a really long time.

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mugsofpugs:

Mom, are you sure that the other kids will be dressed up?submitted by eeyoreshenanigans

hgfhgfhf MY HEART

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