This always seems to happen to me. I was watching this movie telling myself how lame it is, and how I shouldn’t have wasted my time with it, but couldn’t seem to turn it off. Now all I can picture is THIS thing staring at me from my window. I wasn’t freaked out during the movie, but now that it’s late and I’m all by myself…my mind decides to be creepy.
I’m terrified of owls because of this movie.
i hope the shower isn’t too toasty for you.
this is my favourite picture on the internet
I hope hundreds of years later this picture is found completely out of context by anthropologists and it’s the final tipping point before they completely give up on trying to understand the internet in this decade.
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Anyone else have the hots for Pavel Morozov in Metro: Last Light? Just me? Alrighty then…
Women are so pissed about being objectified and then they objectify themselves by getting abortion which is literally saying “my body is just a thing I use for sex, not the actual divine purpose it was created for”
Kaua’i - Helicopter Tour: Wailua Falls
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a woman’s body is not for you. if she wants to cover it she should feel free and safe in doing so. if she wants to expose it she should feel free and safe in doing so. it is not an indication of her self-respect but an indication of her preferences for whatever reasons she chooses — none of which are your business or concern.