the second radish is 29 feet away
this is legitimately the funniest post on this site
anyone else see the eye in the middle of the radishes đ

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the second radish is 29 feet away
this is legitimately the funniest post on this site
anyone else see the eye in the middle of the radishes đ

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With Winnie-the-Pooh and The Battle of Hastings sharing an anniversary today, did you know that E. H. Shepard once drew this amazing scene for an exclusive book bag?
I love that none of them have weapons. Except Kanga, who has a fucking morningstar.
that is roo
Coco biting on a toy lightsaber, looks like heâs shooting his laser beam
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She absolutely thought that was gonna be some kind of sick fucking burn but it was not
he's very excited about his first night as a jack o lantern
my boy
I love how its getting closer to that time of year again and ppl starting to reblog my boy again

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(49/54) âWe still take long walks together, even today. Thereâs a path through the forest near our house. Mitra still canât stand the silence. Sheâll walk off the path so she can hear the dry crunch of the leaves. She still talks the entire time, but these days our conversations donât reach back as far as they used to. We mainly talk about the things we see. Sheâll count her steps, count the houses, count the trees. Mitraâs memory is no longer her friend; it no longer supports her. But she still says âhelloâ to everyone that she sees. And sheâs still a queen, I am always at her service. These days we have become inseparable. If I do not see her for two minutes, I will find what room sheâs in. I button her jacket. I tie her shoes. I handle all her medications. I do not grieve the situation. I feel gratitude that I am able to do these things for her, despite nature. My only grief is for her. Her memory was her greatest gift. Itâs where I stored my treasures. I could tell her any verse, even once. And she could remember it forever. Now it will escape her after only a minute. Every day her world gets smaller and smaller. Tighter and tighter. Itâs the oldest memories that she remembers most now. Recently she has been fixated on her hand. She keeps holding up her crippled hand, and asking: âWhy did you ever marry me?â When we were young in Tehran, her father had a tradition. Every morning he would insist on having the first cup of tea. He said it was the one that tasted best. He called it âthe flower of the tea.â So now when I brew our tea every morning, I will wait. Until Mitra is up. Until sheâs ready. So that I can serve her the flower of the tea. Then as soon as weâve finished the kettle, sheâll make me go outside. And pour the remains on the roots of our trees.â
 ٠ا ŮŮ ÚŮا٠با Ů٠ب٠ٞŰادŮâŘąŮŰâŮŘ§Ű ŘŻŘąŘ§Ř˛Ř˘ŮŮÚŻ Ů ŰâŘąŮŰŮ . عاŮŰ ŘŹŮÚŻŮŰ ŘŻŘą ŮزدŰÚŠŰ ŘŽŘ§ŮŮâ٠ا٠Ůست. Ů Űتعا ŮŮ ÚŮا٠؎ا٠ŮŘ´Ű ŘąŘ§ بعŮŮ Űâتابد. ŮŮŮز ب٠عا٠عŮŘŞŮ ŘąŮŰ Ř¨ŘąÚŻâŮŘ§Ű ŘŽŮŘ´ÚŠ Ů Ř´ŮŰŘŻŮ ŘŽŮŘ´âŘŽŮŘ´ آŮŮا âŘŻŮبست٠است. ŮŮŮز ŮŮ ŮâŰ ŘąŘ§Ů ŘąŘ§ س؎٠٠ŰâÚŻŮŰŘŻŘ Ř§Ů Ř§ ÚŻŮŘŞâŮÚŻŮŮŘ§Ű Ů Ř§ ب٠گذشتŮâŮŘ§Ű ŘŻŮŘą بازŮŮ ŰâگعدŮŘŻ. اŰŮ ŘąŮزŮا بŰŘ´ŘŞŘą دعباعŮâŰ Ř˘ŮÚŮ Ů ŰâبŰŮŰŮ Ř ŘłŘŽŮ Ů ŰâÚŻŮŰŰŮ . ا٠گا٠âŮاŰŘ´ عا Ů ŰâŘ´Ů Ř§ŘąŘŻŘ ŘŽŘ§ŮŮâŮا عا Ů Űâش٠اعد ٠دع؎تâŮا عا. ŘاŮظŮâŰ Ů Űتعا ŘŻŰÚŻŘą ŰاعŰâاش ŮŮ ŰâŘŻŮŘŻŘ ŘŻŮستش ŮŰŘłŘŞŘ Ř§Ř˛ ا٠ڊŮاع٠گعŮت٠است. ŮŮŰ ŮŮŮز با ŮŘą ŘąŮÚŻŘ°ŘąŰ ÚŠŮ Ř§Ř˛ ÚŠŮاع٠ا٠٠ŰâÚŻŘ°ŘąŘŻŘ ŘŽŮŘ´âآ٠د Ů ŰâÚŻŮŰŘŻ. ا٠ŮŮŮز Ř´ŮباŮŮŰ ŘŽŘ§Ů٠است Ů ŘŽŮاŮŘŻ ٠اŮŘŻ ٠تا Ůست٠ا٠عا ٞعستاع ٠؎د٠تگزاع ŘŽŮاŮ٠بŮŘŻ. اŰŮ ŘąŮزŮا ٠ا ؏داŰŰâŮاٞذŰŘąŰŮ . اگع Ř¨ŘąŘ§Ű ŘŻŮ ŘŻŮŰŮ٠ا٠عا ŮبŰŮŮ Ř ŘŻŘą اتاŮâŮا ب٠دŮباŮŘ´ Ů Űâگعد٠. ŘŻÚŠŮ ŮâŮŘ§Ű Úاڊت ٠بŮŘŻ ÚŠŮŘ´âŮاŰŘ´ عا Ů ŰâبŮŘŻŮ . داعŮŮاŰŘ´ عا ب٠ŮŮگا٠ب٠ا٠٠ŰâعساŮŮ . Ůعگز Ř¨ŘąŘ§Ű ŘŽŮŘŻŮ ŘŻŮ ŮŮ ŰâŘłŮزاŮŮ . سٞاسگزاع ب؎ت٠ڊ٠٠ŰâŘŞŮاŮ٠اŮ٠ڊاعŮا عا Ř¨ŘąŘ§Ű Ř§Ů Ř§Ů؏ا٠دŮŮ . Ř¨ŘąŘ§Ű Ř§Ů Ř§ŮŘŻŮŮŮاڊ٠. بع؏ستŮâŘŞŘąŰŮ ŘŞŮاŮاŰŰ Ř§Ů ŘاŮظŮâاش بŮŘŻ. Űاد ا٠گŮŘŹŰŮŮâŰ ŰادŮŘ§Ű Ů Ů Ů٠بŮŘŻ. Ů ŰâداŮست٠ŮŘą بŰŘŞŰ ŘąŘ§ ŰÚŠ باع Ř¨ŘąŘ§Ű Ř§Ů Ř¨ŘŽŮاŮŮ Ř Ř¨ŘąŘ§Ű ŮŮ Űش٠ب٠Űاد Ů Űâسٞاعد. اŰŮ ŘąŮزŮا ٞس از ŘŻŮŰŮŮâŘ§Ű Ř§Ř˛ ذŮ٠ا٠٠ŰâÚŻŘąŰزŮŘŻ. ŘŻŮŰاŰŘ´ ŮŘą ŘąŮز ÚŠŮÚÚŠâ Ů ÚŠŮÚÚŠâŘŞŘąŘ ŘŞŮÚŻâ Ů ŘŞŮÚŻâŘŞŘą Ů ŰâŘ´ŮŘŻ. ؎اءعŮâŮŘ§Ű ŘŻŮعدست عا بŮŘŞŘą ب٠Űاد داعد. تازگŰâŮا ب٠دست Úٞش Ů ŰâاŮŘŻŰŘ´ŘŻ. ŮžŰŮست٠دست ÚŠŮ âڊاع ŘŽŮŘŻ عا باŮا ŮÚŻŮ Ů Űâداعد Ů Ů Űâٞعسد: âŘ¨Ů ŘąŘ§ŘłŘŞŰ ŘŞŮ Úعا با ٠٠ازدŮا؏ ڊعدŰŘâ ŘąŮزگاع ŘŹŮاŮŰ ÚŠŮ ŘŻŘą ŘŞŮعا٠بŮŘŻŰŮ Ř ŮžŘŻŘąŘ´ ŘŻŮست داشت ŮŘą Ř¨Ř§Ů ŘŻŘ§ŘŻŘ Ů؎ستŰ٠استڊا٠ÚŘ§Ű ŘąŘ§ بŮŮŘ´ŘŻŘ Ů ŰâÚŻŮŘŞ بŮŘŞŘąŰ٠است. آ٠عا ÂŤÚŻŮŮŮ ÚاŰÂť Ů ŰâŮا٠ŰŘŻ. ŮŮÚŻŘ§Ů Ű ÚŠŮ ŮŘą با٠داد ÚاŰâ٠ا٠عا آ٠اد٠٠ŰâÚŠŮŮ Ř ÚŘ´Ů âبŮâعاŮŘ´ Ů Űâ٠اŮ٠تا بتŮاŮ٠با ÚŻŮŮŮ ÚŘ§Ű Ř§Ř˛ ا٠ٞذŰعاŰŰ ÚŠŮŮ . شبâŮا دست ٠عا Ů ŰâÚŻŰعد تا با ŮŮ ŘŞŮŮâ٠اŮŘŻŮâŰ ÚŘ§Ű ŘąŘ§ ŮžŘ§Ű ÚŻŮâŮا Ůدع؎تا٠بعŰزŰŮ
omg this made me emotional đ
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Booby traps? Sure, I would easily fall into a trap if I saw boobs
despite being interviewed individually, all four gave the exact same response
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What would happen if you got an email
i would check it
You sick fuck.

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being alive is great because there are so many different vegetables you can sautĂŠ. but then there are also the horrors
with faith and perseverance, one day we will sautĂŠ the horrors
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despite it all sometimes its hard not to feel blessed when i get to see the moon sometimes despite it all
if i were a woman, i would tweet âginger snapped so jennifer could bodyâ, but iâm not a woman, and i donât use twitter, and i havenât seen jenniferâs body, and i donât make a lot of money or have a car or look nice
and i donât dress well or know how to tie any knots besides the regular one you tie your shoes with. my taste in music is lacking and i need a haircut
The mind wants to live forever, or to learn a very good reason why not. The mind wants the world to return its love, or its awareness; the mind wants to know all the world, and all eternity, and God. The mindâs sidekick, however, will settle for two eggs over easy.
The dear, stupid body is as easily satisfied as a spaniel. And, incredibly, the simple spaniel can lure the brawling mind to its dish. It is everlastingly funny that the proud, metaphysically ambitious, clamoring mind will hush if you give it an egg.
Annie Dillard, Teaching a Stone to Talk

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life is like I have 34 unread messages from people I love and I know itâll take 2 seconds to respond and I miss them, but for some reason I canât bring myself to answer quite yet I have 5 minutes in the morning to decide if Iâll commit my dayâs attention to creative projects I want to get done, taking a walk or a bike ride, organizing hair cuts and braving dentist appointments or if I donât catch myself in time, the day will be swallowed up in scrolling, my focus flitting between screens I donât know where the time goes because I used to be small and know so much and now Iâm flirting with the end of my twenties and am so scared of everything how does this both feel so new and mundane all the time and where is the exit door to this spiral where I remember living gently, full breaths and unknotted shoulders can we look for that resting place together oh no itâs fine if youâre busy I wouldnât know where to start we can try next week if itâs better
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