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February 28 2017

dis is food porn!
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February 27 2017

About this thing Germans are discussing really hard – whether this is called a Berliner, a Pfannkuchen, a Krebbel or a Krapfen! An in some regions it's seen as sin to fill it with other stuff than red marmelade.
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It’s Bulbasaur blooming season


Lots of variety this year!


A late bloomer!

Water-lily Bulbasaur catching up on the latest gossip at the lake


Wow, looks like thing are getting serious between hibiscus and fuchsia!

this is pure and good

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My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.
— Maya Angelou (via naturaekos)
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I am all about this

I’m that guy dancing as he walks in the background

This is how I want the world to be always. 

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February 26 2017

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“This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person was me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I’d gotten the time of the train wrong.
I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table.
I want you to picture the scene. It’s very important that you get this very clear in your mind.
Here’s the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There’s a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase.
It didn’t look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it.
Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There’s nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies.
You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know… But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do a clue in the newspaper, couldn’t do anything, and thought, what am I going to do?
In the end I thought, nothing for it, I’ll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, that settled him. But it hadn’t because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie.
Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice …” I mean, it doesn’t really work.
We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away.
Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back. A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies.
The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who’s had the same exact story, only he doesn’t have the punch line.”
— Douglas Adams
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Life is too short to sit around and wait for indifferent people to make up their minds about how they feel about you.
— Mike Falzone (+)
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Negative talk is like a language, and a primary way we learn this language throughout our lives is from others. Young girls will hear their mothers, aunts, grandmothers, cousins, and other women in their lives say negative things about themselves — about their bodies, habits, capabilities, the list goes on — and they’ll adopt that language as their own vernacular. We’re taught that negativity is an easy bonding tactic.
— Katie Horwitch (via Booklover)
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February 25 2017

February 24 2017

this is just not a good looping gif unfortunately :p you can see the clipping …
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