Stoof

May 11
bleproxursox:

unicornology:

b0yfights:

google street view made half a cat i cant breathe
it’s the fucking middle stage of an animorph

oh god

bleproxursox:

unicornology:

b0yfights:

google street view made half a cat i cant breathe

it’s the fucking middle stage of an animorph

oh god

May 10
lulz-time:


Leo no, don’t release Valentino out into the wild. Leo no. You’re going to give people heart attacks. 

This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.

lulz-time:

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Leo no, don’t release Valentino out into the wild. Leo no. You’re going to give people heart attacks. 

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This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.

May 10

blackbutrfly:

Dog made me crack up!

May 10
whiskeyygirl:

cravingstars:

purebeachboho:

zerenitea:

It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.His bed was next to the room’s only window.The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.The men talked for hours on end.They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.Days, weeks and months passed.One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.It faced a blank wall.The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’Epilogue:There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.Share it with friends and tag them so the cycle continues … Do not keep this letter … You could change a life too
-> i was literally crying reading this :’(

this is beautiful <3

sobbing

I shaved dammit!!!

whiskeyygirl:

cravingstars:

purebeachboho:

zerenitea:

It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.


She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.

Share it with friends and tag them so the cycle continues … Do not keep this letter … You could change a life too


-> i was literally crying reading this :’(

this is beautiful <3

sobbing

I shaved dammit!!!

May 10
deathschemist:

thehydrothermal:

best-of-funny:

whatsernameawesomeasfuck:

katherinearandez:

special-snowflake-hall-of-fame:

abhortion:

atheistrose:

domesticabusewillsaveusall:

So awkward.
I walked past a cemetery when I was walking home and like… I’m alive so… yea.

It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a nursing home and like….I’m not old so….yea

It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a river and like….I’m not a fish so….yea

It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a car dealership and like….I’m not an automobile so….yea

It was so awkward when I was walking home because I was walking over the sewer the whole time and like….I’m not a piece of shit….yea

she’s/he’s a disgrace for all the atheists goddamit. fuck. 
it was so awkward when i saw this post because i saw a dumb atheist, and like, uhm, i’m a smart atheist. 
like wtf

X

It was so awkward when I was browsing my dash because I scrolled past a post that best-of-funny reblogged and like….I’m not a funny tumblr post so….yea

it was so awkward when i was walking home because i was walking over the sewers the whole time and like… i’m not a ninja turtle… yea.

It was so awkward when I was going home because I passed all these people that can walk and like &#8230; I&#8217;m in a wheelchair&#8230; yea

deathschemist:

thehydrothermal:

best-of-funny:

whatsernameawesomeasfuck:

katherinearandez:

special-snowflake-hall-of-fame:

abhortion:

atheistrose:

domesticabusewillsaveusall:

So awkward.

I walked past a cemetery when I was walking home and like… I’m alive so… yea.

It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a nursing home and like….I’m not old so….yea

It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a river and like….I’m not a fish so….yea

It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a car dealership and like….I’m not an automobile so….yea

It was so awkward when I was walking home because I was walking over the sewer the whole time and like….I’m not a piece of shit….yea

she’s/he’s a disgrace for all the atheists goddamit. fuck. 

it was so awkward when i saw this post because i saw a dumb atheist, and like, uhm, i’m a smart atheist. 

like wtf

X

It was so awkward when I was browsing my dash because I scrolled past a post that best-of-funny reblogged and like….I’m not a funny tumblr post so….yea

it was so awkward when i was walking home because i was walking over the sewers the whole time and like… i’m not a ninja turtle… yea.

It was so awkward when I was going home because I passed all these people that can walk and like … I’m in a wheelchair… yea

May 10
larrybutts:

Jesus is that you

larrybutts:

Jesus is that you

May 10

byrante:

t1r3dofyourbullsh1t:

there are reasons you don’t do the harlem shake

This is the only good harlem shake video on the internet

May 10
j000000:

Stony in Utapuri idol CD style. → http://utapri.tv/sales-news/cd.htmlIt’s my poster for next event take place in this Sunday! :D &lt;UPDATE&gt; And this will be printed as a postcard  a gift for my new book “My super family”.

j000000:

Stony in Utapuri idol CD style. → http://utapri.tv/sales-news/cd.html
It’s my poster for next event take place in this Sunday! :D <UPDATE> And this will be printed as a postcard  a gift for my new book “My super family”.

May 10

An 8-year-old’s homework.

An 8-year-old’s homework.

May 10