langernameohnebedeutung:

tonystark-tm:

tonystark-tm:

tonystark-tm:

not to be a history fucker on main but the whole mystery of the lost colony of roanoke is so fucking funny

governor of the colony: hey I’m gonna go back to england to get more supplies

115 colonists: okay

governor: ends up spending 3 years in england bc of a naval war with spain or some shit

governor: gets back to the colony to find everyone gone

governer: sees the word “croatoan”, the name of a native american tribe, carved into a post

croatoan tribe: has members and children with blonde hair/blue eyes, pale skin

everyone: what could have happened to the colonists of roanoke

racism is a hell of a drug

governor: I can’t believe my colony died

roanoke folks: actually these really nice people took us in? we left you a note about that? so please stop telling everyone we’re dead?

governor: Sometimes I Can Still Hear Their Voices

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gallusrostromegalus:

everyone-needs-a-hoopoe:

hello everyone may i introduce you to my dear friend the fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

FRIED EGG JELLYFISH

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egg? egg? egg? egg? 

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egg? egg? egg?

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egg? egg? egg? egg? egg? egg? egg? egg? egg? egg? egg? egg?

Egg!

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"Being together is the miracle, being together and caring. Sleeping together, feet touching, legs touching. Being asleep and together."

Charles Bukowski

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dailymarvel:

- F.Scott Fitzgerald

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thunder42shock:

No one:

Captain Marvel in Endgame:

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"You touch me like I am everything you asked god for. Underneath your hands I become poetry. This is the alchemy that you do."

T. James
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horo:

also today i was walking my dog and some old dude, in southern fashion, stopped to talk to me about her for a solid 5 minutes and at one point she started barking at something and i said sorry she’s so loud and he said to me “aw that’s alright. she’s a coonhound so she’s got lungs fit to blow the trumpets at rapture” and then chortled as though he hadn’t just spit the southern equivalent of shakespearean improv at me on the street

I was working on Prince Edward Island a few weeks ago and an old guy who was mentioning to me about a really tall and strong guy that he knew, and said casually, “If he hit ya, ye’d starve to death rolling” and then moved on with the conversation like he hadn’t just painted the most ridiculous picture in my mind of Island life.

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dosesxmimosas:

BIG MOOD: me + you, a cabin in the mountains, sitting in the hot tub, drink in hand, not a care in the world

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