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headlikeanorange:

A western diamondback rattlesnake (Earth Unplugged - BBC Earth)

Bitch, I told you I was a snake.

headlikeanorange:

A western diamondback rattlesnake (Earth Unplugged - BBC Earth)

Bitch, I told you I was a snake.

(via theanimalblog)

Begin.

Starting a no bread/milk/refined sugar diet for one month.  Goodbye easter candy…come get it if you want some, seriously.  I can feel it staring into the back of my head. 

Also…I don’t know why I can’t seem to get into tumblr.  Just doesn’t really flow for me. 

hahahahaha…aww.

hahahahaha…aww.

Have all of this yes.

Have all of this yes.

(via foodfuck)

I mean some of these are pretty enough to just sit on ones fireplace.

I mean some of these are pretty enough to just sit on ones fireplace.

Was looking for a new steering wheel cover.

How do my Etsy excursions always turn into interesting dildo hunts?

Things I actually want for Yule but would never actually ask for #1.

Things I actually want for Yule but would never actually ask for #1.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like—as if all your social tastebuds suddenly went numb, leaving you unable to distinguish cheap politeness from the taste of genuine affection, unable to recognize its rich and ambiguous flavors, its long and delicate maturation, or the simple fact that each tasting is double-blind.

reverse shibboleth

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the practice of answering a cellphone with a generic “Hello?” as if you didn’t already know exactly who was calling—which is a little like the egg requirement that marketers added to early cake mixes in the 1950s, an antiquated extra step that’s only there to reassure you that it’s an authentic homecooked meal, just like grandma used to make.

reverse shibboleth

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the practice of answering a cellphone with a generic “Hello?” as if you didn’t already know exactly who was calling—which is a little like the egg requirement that marketers added to early cake mixes in the 1950s, an antiquated extra step that’s only there to reassure you that it’s an authentic homecooked meal, just like grandma used to make.

fitzcarraldo

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. an image that somehow becomes lodged deep in your brain—maybe washed there by a dream, or smuggled inside a book, or planted during a casual conversation—which then grows into a wild and impractical vision that keeps scrambling back and forth in your head like a dog stuck in a car that’s about to arrive home, just itching for a chance to leap headlong into reality.