loudandvulgar:

This is Mr. Teddy! He’s tiny and two-toned. He likes running on his hamster wheel then pausing to think about the purpose of life. He’s a dwarf hamster so he runs too fast for his own good that sometimes, it seems like he’s teleporting. We can’t touch him yet on the account of the fact that they weren’t touched in the pet store, so he gets spooked out by human hands. We bought him a bunch of stuff like a really good cage (which special someonesomeone assembled), a salt wheel for biting so that his teeth won’t grow that much, a hamster ball so it can roam around the room, food, probiotic somethingsomething powder to sprinkle on his food, and high quality shavings for his cage. This is why in total, Bryan and I spent a total of A HUNDRED DOLLARS for a dwarf hamster. It’s one adorable motherfucker though. 

He’s sleeping in the capsule at this moment looking all cute, I guess I’ll be getting my sleep tonight!  I turned off the lights for him so he won’t get irritated. I want to build him a log house. 

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thatkindofwoman:

Jaw dropping, feet tapping. 

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The Road Not Taken || Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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fuckyeahlotrcast:

On This Day: The hobbits go hunting; Dec 31st. 2002.

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artandopinion:

Une Mascarade au XVII Siecle

1887

Adrien Moreau

did-you-kno:

Liu, was a 19 years-old boy, fell in love with a 29 year-old widowed mother named Xu. At the time, it was unacceptable and immoral for a young man to love an older woman. They escaped to avoid the community.

Starting the second year of living in the mountain, Liu began, and continue for over 50 years, to hand carve the steps so that his wife could get down the mountain easily.

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howtotalktogirlsatparties:

Reminder to self: Get the chino versions to a tailor asap.

I was so close to getting a similar pants but they didn’t have a size for my beauteous buttocks 

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