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I love the word "jamboree". If I had a daughter I'd name her Jamboree Lynn, and if I had a son, I'd leave him in the woods to be raised by coyotes.

what if he grew up never knowing you were his parent and came back to kill you in a tragic twist of fate tho

happens

Jamboree Lynn would handle the situation i imagine

opened tumblr and this was the first thing i saw

As a principled feminist I'm often tempted to say shit like "are men capable of higher thought" but then I have to remember not to perpetuate gender essentialism and change it to "why do men choose not to think about anything"

Or "it's important to brush my teeth"

new DB Cooper theory: he’s still falling

new DB Cooper theory: she’s still falling

See that leafy dude on the left side? Lichen, not moss. Xanthoria parietina.