s-atin:

4sima:

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!!!

doofenshmirtz evil inc…

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national geographic, 1972 “young lovers in paris” by gordon w. gahan

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free-your-mind:

Background Photo: daniellaphotos, JoelSossa

Quotation From:  utterlyrepulsive

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beatsandbrushes:

this will probably be close to my bedroom set up when I move to Savannah.

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howdomermaidsfuck:

lol chinchillas are so funny they have to take dust baths and you buy special chinchilla dust

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jiwoony:

Gemma Ward

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metallikato:

_{I see a little silhouetto of a man}

Scara^MOUCHE scara^MOUCHE 

Will you do the fan^dango?

ＴＨＵＮＤＥＲＢＯＬＴＳ　ＡＮＤ　ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ

ＶＥＲＹ　ＶＥＲＹ　ＦＲＩＧＨＴＥＮＩＮＧ　

Me!

^Galileo,_Galileo

^Galileo,_Galileo 

Galileo, Figaro

magnificoo^oooooo_ooo~ 

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“Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own. In pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken it would be my treasure still; if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a straight waistcoat. Your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me; if you flew at me wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive; I should not shrink from you with disgust, as I did from her. In your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you have me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray for recognition for me.”

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via 33113)

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