Anthropocentric bag of dicks

I didn’t mean to do it but I managed to sync up the hand drops

Spiš Castle, Slovakia (by mr.maros)

nuzzly bunbun

As good as cats think they are at hiding from us, we know better.

This was relevant to a thing that was happening somewhere.  And we all need a little Dracula now and then.

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Brighton, England (by Sven Broeckx / 500px)

aye yall got any milk in there my bones not feelin so skrong

        When school was dismissed Anne marched out with her red head held high. Gilbert Blythe tried to intercept her at the porch door. “I’m awfully sorry I made fun of your hair, Anne,” he whispered contritely. “Honest I am. Don’t be mad for keeps, now.”         Anne swept by disdainfully, without look or sign of hearing. “Oh how could you, Anne?” breathed Diana as they went down the road half reproachfully, half admiringly.         "I shall never forgive Gilbert Blythe," said Anne firmly. "And Mr. Phillips spelled my name without an ‘e,’ too. The iron has entered into my soul, Diana."

we live in a beautiful world

likes the smell of old mens handkerchiefs

from bourgeois A to bourgeoisie 

Day and night in Reykjavik