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kururusti · 9 months
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heather--moors · 1 year
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urloveangel · 8 months
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dochuff · 3 months
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Little Monster:
Tokyo Institute of Technology,
Small Town Tokyo, Ookayama
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awholevibex · 1 year
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vintage-tigre · 8 months
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Bruce Lee teaching his son, Brandon, martial arts at an early age in the 1960s.
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mouseshouses · 1 year
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aphroditeslover11 · 6 months
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Possibly my favourite photograph of Oppie that I have found to date, at home with his son and taken for an edition of Life Magazine in 1949 by Alfred Eisenstaedt, of which he was on the front cover. He just seems so normal here, interacting with his son like any father would, it’s very humanising. Pictures like this are what remind us that historical figures were real people, not just mystical figures of the past that we find in textbooks.
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joruni · 16 days
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This song is soo perfect for Sanji, I can’t believe there is no angsty AMV for it out there with Vinsmoke trauma.
The lyrics are ajdjdhsbaj - perfection:
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!!! I mean how perfect it works with WCI angst? 🤯
Someone with more talent than me should do something about it! 🥺 pretty please! For the love toward our pathetic strawhat chef?
Anyone?
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earianne · 1 month
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I knew that I would lose myself when I became a mother.
I had no idea how liberating it would be.
Like shedding an old skin.
I will always hold that older version of myself when she needs me,
but I’m not looking to “go back to my old life”
what was there?
For me, not a whole lot.
The whole world has opened up to immense possibilities.
Edit: spelling correction. Thank you @paperandcloth for pointing it out 🙏 #sleepdeprived
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oldfarmhouse · 3 months
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🤍🌠via https://www.pinterest.com
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muslim-homemaking · 1 year
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baby fever 🥰🥰🥰
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dochuff · 25 days
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じゃんけんぽん!
Beating papa at scissors, paper, stone.
Ebisu, Tokyo
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theworldoffostering · 4 months
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Who is a Costco member? 🙋🏻‍♀️
We let our membership lapse several years ago, and then got sucked in by the Black Friday deals this year. Basically paid $20 for a basic membership.
What do y’all buy there?
I just completed my first online/shopping order, and here is what I put used:
Organic extra virgin olive oil
Dawn dish soap
Oatmeal
Raisins
Maple syrup
Toilet paper
Cetaphil lotion and cleanser
I tried to order coffee, but they were out.
We only have five kids at home now which seems like a normal amount. Lol. We don’t eat much in the way of frozen foods, except maybe ice cream, but I’m open to suggestions. We cook dinner from scratch most weeknights.
@that-girl-erin, what suggestions you have for me? Anyone else?
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monsignorprxitt · 2 years
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Their routine continued for almost five weeks. John limited how often he went out as much as he could. He’d managed to whittle it down to once a week, never on the same night and never hunting in the same part of the city. He had to keep every aspect as varied as possible; to make it harder to track, harder to tie the pieces together or link each death, and harder to find the bodies.
At some point, he’d stopped being hesitant to bring up when he had to go out. He’d become almost completely detached.
Their days were also spent the same way. With their nights so full, their days were quiet. They slept through most of the sun, but sometimes they would wake up. Sometimes he would read or watch sports on their little television. Sometimes Millie would knit or bake. Both of them would pray.
On this particular day, it was just after noon, and they were both sleeping. John stretched out on his back, with Millie and her growing bump curled against his side. He would have easily slept right through to dusk, if a knock at the door hadn’t interrupted them. He didn’t hear the first thuds, but he heard the second. They startled him awake, and his arm instinctively tightened around Millie.
No one should have been visiting. Sarah knew to stay away during the day, and they hadn’t ordered anything.
“There’s someone at the door,” John muttered, gently nudging Millie and trying to free his arm.
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notcoolbutcute · 12 days
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me and my dad on our way home from the family event, where my dad got into fight with literally everyone and I supported him
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