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grungedaddykinks:

thespectacularspider-girl:

cozymochi:

jumpingjacktrash:

likeamillionsuns:

mercedesbenzodiazepine:

Oh my fucking GOD

this is the best thing I have ever seen with my own two eyes.

oh my gosh he’s gently play-biting them like they’re his own babies

@since-the-900s

This lion’s name is Bonedigger and he was born with a crippling bone disease, so the keepers introduced three dachshunds to give him companionship; Abby, Bullet and Milo.

They’re his pride now!

This is the only fucking thing I care about, do you hear me.

squidyword Source: weloveshortvideos.com
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defilerwyrm:

psychodactyl:

This is the most punk rock thing I’ve ever seen

What gets me is that initial pause. The bird knows this song. He knows when the drum comes in. Being able to anticipate musical rhythm is a form of intelligence very few species have, and this is the most remarkable example of it I’ve ever seen in a bird. The cockatoo knew to wait for the drums.

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thelovejournals

To whoever loves me next,

I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you
or if days of flirting turn to
radio silence, without warning.

I’m sorry if I make you say the words
over and over and over until I believe them.
(I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.)

I will probably spend more time
worrying about losing you than I spend
trying to keep you.
Trouble is,
every single time I’ve ever thought
something was too good to be true–
I’ve been right.

Understand,
I will know how to be vulnerable with you,
but I won’t know how not to regret it.
And I have no idea how deep we’ll be
into this relationship before I admit
I’ve never done this before.
Not really.
Not in any way that counts.

Before I admit that I know
how to put my body inside someone else’s
but not how to make it beautiful.

I probably won’t be easy to love.
Too many people loved me badly,
I’m not sure I know how
to do it right.

thelovejournals Source: thelovejournals
imtiredofactingokay
There’s nothing beautiful or poetic about having your heart broken. It’s desperately trying to keep yourself from texting them that you miss them at 3am. It’s waking up the next morning and immediately feeling sad. It’s forcing yourself to get ready each day even though you barely have energy for anything. So stop romanticizing heart break. It’s not beautiful. It fucking sucks.
Midnight thoughts (sadness is not beautiful)
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