Flight of the Bumblebee

"Aerodynamically, the bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumblebee doesn't know that so it goes on flying anyway."


Dragon Riders unite under their new emblem! (x)

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Hello there, August.

Behind my abs are….. BETTER ABS.

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Portraits by Ukraine based photographer, Oleg Oprisco

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And people wonder why I love Wonder Woman so much.

Yeah, I can see why they wouldn’t just MAKE THIS MOVIE RIGHT DAMN NOW

Play Journey. Do it.


A short guide to morphological differences in chandelure. Naturally there are variations in the litwick and lampent populations as well ;D

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My name is Elliott and I like taking long walks on the beach.

This gif is 80 frames. I took a photo every ten steps.


This is the best gif I’ve seen in a while.


Second time on my dash for two different blogs!!!!

Sick. As. Fuck.

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An OC.

An OC.


Bunny master post

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So this girl walks up to another girl and says “Hey, have you heard of the Bechdel Test?”

And the other girl says, “Yeah, my boyfriend was telling me about it the other day!”

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#but everything changed when the fire nation got fabulousimage

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This is now offically sixteen million times better than when I first saw it. Time to reblog.

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The things I write about you are not pretty.

For example: You are the ugly way I feel about Los Angeles, mouth a smear like sunset singed with citrus burns. Hollywood hill is a smashed pomegranate against your scorched teeth. All the stars walk the red carpet while I write sonnets to your mouth. It’s been too long since the last time we spoke, I’ve forgotten what everyone else looks like — your hands are trees made of smog, and they have taken root in my lungs. I wish this city would burn to the ground.

For example: The last time I fell in love, I broke all the dishes in the kitchen and bled out on the floor. You were not good for me. You held the bandaids, but I told you to put them back in the drawer. I loved being so broken for you — your heart was a hospital without the healing. My parents never taught me that being loved for your wounds was wrong.

For example: Tonight, I am falling asleep without you. I’ve had bad dreams ever since we met, things about dark-haired women that die because they never ran fast enough. I never ran fast enough. I’m still learning what it’s like not to find your face etched into the wood of my floorboards, and I’m failing miserably. You were not good for me.

For example: You were not good for me. You were California burning, and my lungs couldn’t take it. You were not good for me. You were a broken spine I couldn’t set; I was a scab you always picked. You were not good for me.

For example: Get out of my poetry, nobody wants to read about the ways we broke. Get out of my poetry, this isn’t about you anymore. This is about Los Angeles and how much I hate the sky. California wasn’t good for me — nothing about dying is pretty.

Burn Victim | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

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Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.
Kiera Cass




Guns don’t kill people

Florida kills people.

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why does everyone look so surprised when i say the reason for cutting my hair short is the hot weather, what were u expecting “i need to take my father’s place in war and the chinese army won’t accept women” ???

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