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caring about things is cool being passionate is cool being earnest is cool being genuine is cool being compassionate is cool

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I think it’s weird that there’s metallic Dragons based on Alloys

Like, if you put tin/zinc on a copper dragon and cast fireball on it, does it turn into a bronze/brass dragon?

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me every day without fail: I'll do [chore] when I get home

me when I get home:

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From Pierre-Auguste Renoir’s ‘The Cat with Julie Manet’, 1887

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ITS MARCH YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

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How are my sweetie pees

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My cats have this meow that means "please come with me to fix this" after which they'll lead me to the problem in question, usually a empty (or 'empty') food bowl or a closed door they want open. They look at the 'problem', they look back at me, clear message.

What fascinates me is how this illustrates what they percieve as being in the realm of my 'power.' I control the food, I control the door, sure, but my cats love to sit on the balcony in the sun, and it has happened plenty of times that on a rainy day they come get me, go to the balcony and show me... the rain. "Please fix this" they say. "Please get rid of the wet"

"Silly kitty," I say, "I can't control the rain." I then walk into the shower and turn on the rain.

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No one ever tell me anything bad about the person who runs this account.

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So apparently Tumblr ate my original post about this but:

A couple weeks ago I’m going to get lunch and as I open the fridge, my mother attempts to communicate to me that any chicken currently in the fridge is ok for people to eat, because the chicken that was intended for the dog to eat has been used up.

What she actually says is, “That’s human chicken.”

After taking a minute to process all horrible implications of the phrase “human chicken”, I decide to go a different route and hold the tupperware of chicken out to my sister, saying, “Behold, a man!”

This was evidently the wrong choice, as it meant I had to explain to my parents who Diogenes was, thereby cementing the incident in their minds and leading to me, just now, opening the fridge to see the following incredibly cursed image:

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basically a lot of my problems boil down to me being really bad at waking up. and also really bad at going to sleep

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having a king bed sounds scary what if you try to put the fitted sheet on and get lost in there and die like a caver

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at the start of every month everyone reblogs some insane poetry that’s like “august has arrived and again I swallow my bones in the burning sun” and every time I’m like damn that makes no sense. but kind of true.