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everyone stop what you’re doing
there’s a platypus on your dash
Reblogging because I don’t think I have ever seen a platypus walk before and…just…squeak.
wat
Look at that platypus wiggle. Wiggle what yo mama gave you.
And as soon as you think you’ve seen it all, Tumblr hits you with a Platypus.
oh there you are Perry
That’s adorable..
Must. Reblog. Platypus.
OMG
PERRY!!!
^ reblogging for that comment. CURSE YOU PERRY THE PLATYPUS
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"Are you sure he’s dead? Someone asked. Quite, Sofiowka assured. Dead as he was before his parents met. Or deader, maybe, for then he was at least a bullet in his father’s cock and an emptiness in his mother’s belly."
Everything Is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer
does it scare you?
yes, of course it does.
what if i felt the same way.
and like fools, we web in and rush out, tides along the rocks so the boulders become gravel, pebbles, the sand on the beach. if such that this two-time affair breaks off at the shore, at least the ocean will welcome it back.
kirsten dunst and josh hartnett on the set of the virgin suicides shot by corinne day
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whenever i see townhouses stacked side by side on a hill, i’m passing them by in a car or some other movable force that won’t let me stop, i subconsciously tilt my head to fit the slant of the earth and imagine why the houses are crooked and why they are so endearing the way they crook, the way they lean on each other.
“I’m a Catholic monk. I live a life of prayer.”
“What about the cigarette?”
“Somebody’s got to make the clouds.”
my new favorite blog
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"Pooh: What day is it? Piglet: It’s today. Pooh: My favorite day."
She never stays the same for long.:
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