ethiopienne:

the dialogue in this movie was instrumental in shaping my sense of humor as a child, i swear.

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nikolaecuza:

danosaurs-and-philions:

im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh

I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.

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sonnen-schein:

me when chocolate

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atonemen-t:

lolitsgabe:

Shut. The fuck. Up.

Oh my god wow

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seanbeanisaredshirt:

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ksteeno:

spoookyscary:

After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.

The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.

The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.

Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.

Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”

When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.

Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”

what did i just read

Irish women are strong as fuck

I’m Irish and I can conclude that we are motherfucking metal

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nubbsgalore:

as summer turns to autumn, decreasing levels of light begin to slow the production of chlorophyll in leaves, causing their green colour to fade. the production of carotenoids and flavonoids also begins to slow, but these pigments are broken down more slowly than chlorophyll, allowing their yellow and orange colours to be expressed. for some leaves, this time of year also sees an increase in the production of the flavonoid anthocyanin, causing those leaves with lower levels of other flavonoids or carotenoids to turn red.  (see also: autumnal art)

photos by (click pic) heiko gerlicherlevi basist, matt cardypatrick pleul, kacper kowalskidina rudickalexander kunzagustin rafael reyes and yann arthus bertrand

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atop-the-treetop:

sizvideos:

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This is one of those ideas where some person was like “Hehe, this might  be silly.” And then struck fucking gold.

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thewomanfromitaly:

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unexplained-events:

Jetman Yves Rossy

Yves, a Swiss genius, invented an eight-foot-wide, jet-powered, carbon-fiber wing machine that achieves speeds of over 120mph (200km/h) to achieve his dream of being able to fly. He demonstrated his wings by taking them around Mount Fuji nine times.

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JESUS I NEEEEEEED

….oh my god, oh my god i’m gonna die

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