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Biologists would have you call this thing an Armadillo-Girdled Lizard, Cordylus cataphractus, but I won’t be fooled. This is clearly a baby dragon. They also have this adorable habit of biting their own tails for no discernible reason. Which is adorable until you remember what the ouroboros is, and inevitably conclude that these things are also dark magic.
Magical dragons. It all makes sense.
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do you guys remember that one post about how men feel entitled to take up so much space and women have to deal with a lot less?
This is actually a documented thing. You always see men on the subway or tube or whatever using both armrests while women sit with their arms hunched together into their laps. That’s why I always make a point to take up at least one if not both armrests of the tube so men can be uncomfortable for once.
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花木蘭 - the flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.
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The many faces of rape.
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[AGGRESSIVELY TRIES TO GET EVERYONE TO START WATCHING MY SHOWS]
[AGGRESSIVELY BECOMES OVERLY PROTECTIVE OF SHOW WHEN EVERYONE ACTUALLY DOES START WATCHING IT]
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A comic about my sleeping process
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자꾸만 네가 떠올라, Sinking of you, Daehyun Kim, 2010
The Korean title translates into “i keep thinking of you,” but it literally means “you keep floating up”
and then the English title is “Sinking of you”
so when you think of another person, that mentally woven image will float up to the surface beyond your reach
while you are weighted down by your own obsession
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Scott, if your life had a face, I would punch it.
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Extraordinary photos of young hitchhikers and freight train hoppers by Mike Brodie
Mike Brodie (tumblr | facebook) first began photographing in 2004 when he was given a Polaroid camera. Working under the moniker, The Polaroid Kidd, Brodie spent the next four years circumambulating the U.S. amassing an archive of photographs that would go on to make up one of the few, true collections of American travel photography. Having never undergone any formal training, he chose to remained untethered to the pressures and expectations of the art market.
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whatdoyoumeeeeean-howamidoing:
look at this lil’ fellow c:
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