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devildoll:

Oh, nuthin’. Jus’ openin’ my fresh container of sugar gliders.

at first i thought “oh that’s awful to jam them all inside like that”

and then i saw the hole in the side

like they had cut up the tub to make a little playhouse for the gliders

and these little butts just all decided to smoosh in there at once

because sugar gliders can’t take turns aparently

Yup. Sugar gliders like to sleep squished in a big cuddlepile. That’s how they do it in the wild, snuggled in treetrunk burrows.

It’s seriously adorable.

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lizzywhimsy:

Alexander Hamilton, everyone…

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sailorfailures:

Found this from when I did the “sleep deprivation comics”. Evidently I had some kind of idea but then I scrapped it and stopped and I’m SO GLAD BECAUSE THIS IS A LOT FUNNIER THAN ANYTHING I COULD ACTUALLY THINK OF

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ohkaydear:

cosmo sex tip #452: spice things up in bed by throwing a jar of bees at your lover

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“Kimahri… Do you remember the first day we met? I was only seven. My father had defeated Sin, and all Bevelle was celebrating. Everyone was saying what a hero my father was. I was so happy. But when night came, it occurred to me. My father had defeated Sin and now he was dead. Now, I was all alone. I couldn’t sleep, so I wandered into the town, away from the celebrating crowds. I stood on the bridge in Bevelle where my father and I had parted. Standing there, alone, I could see the fields where he had fought Sin. Then, you appeared, Kimahri. You said you were looking for the daughter of Braska, remember? At first, I was so scared. Until I realized what a gentle person you are. You weren’t used to talking to children. When I told you that I was Braska’s daughter… you said you would take me as far from Bevelle as you could. That it was the wish of a man facing death. I think… I cried then. Because that… that was when I knew my father was dead…and I would never see him again. You just held me, without saying a word. I cried after we got to Besaid, too. When you tried to go after leaving me in the care of the temple…I held onto you, crying, “Don’t go, don’t go!” And you listened, Kimahri. You stayed. Kimahri, thank you. Thank you so much. And I’ve always liked your broken horn.”

“Kimahri… Do you remember the first day we met? I was only seven. My father had defeated Sin, and all Bevelle was celebrating. Everyone was saying what a hero my father was. I was so happy. But when night came, it occurred to me. My father had defeated Sin and now he was dead. Now, I was all alone. I couldn’t sleep, so I wandered into the town, away from the celebrating crowds. I stood on the bridge in Bevelle where my father and I had parted. Standing there, alone, I could see the fields where he had fought Sin. Then, you appeared, Kimahri. You said you were looking for the daughter of Braska, remember? At first, I was so scared. Until I realized what a gentle person you are. You weren’t used to talking to children. When I told you that I was Braska’s daughter… you said you would take me as far from Bevelle as you could. That it was the wish of a man facing death. I think… I cried then. Because that… that was when I knew my father was dead…and I would never see him again. You just held me, without saying a word. I cried after we got to Besaid, too. When you tried to go after leaving me in the care of the temple…I held onto you, crying, “Don’t go, don’t go!” And you listened, Kimahri. You stayed. Kimahri, thank you. Thank you so much. And I’ve always liked your broken horn.”

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lionkitten:

fartgallery:

dont waste ur time reading this post. go paint a tree, hlep the elderly cross the street, skip down the road, throw a rock in the beach, take life by the tits and milk it

that post was definitely worth reading

UR NOT MILKING THE TITS OF LIFE

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