mostllynature

sailorbryant:

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

Bad News: Our boss locked the keys inside the building.

Good News: We didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.

Bad News: My boss finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory™. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls.

Good News: A cute girl saw me do it.

Bad News: It was Maggie, and since she’s already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, she’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. She knows.

There are million dollar blockbuster movies that were less entertaining than the rollercoaster this post just took me on.

saucerful-of-secrets:

Plitvice by NoCheesePlease-CapturingReality on Flickr.

alfred-e-neuman:

wilwheaton:

boopsandswoops:

Munch

num num num num num num num ahhhhhhhhh num num num num ahhhhhhhhh

“Please let there be sound”, I said as I clicked play.
And there was.
And it was exactly what I wanted.
10/10 would listen to little munches again.

tastefullyoffensive:

Photos by Chasity Lollis (via TheRealDerv)

engage-with-zorp:

*sees dog* nice
*sees dog wearing a bandana around its neck* nice

funny-pictures-uk:

Put it there, pal!

largishcat:

jumpingjacktrash:

yesterdaysprint:

The Index-Journal,

Greenwood, South Carolina, August 6, 1952

every time millennials say they have the darkest sense of humor, the cold war generations have a little giggle

cool but this COULD LITERALLY BE A TWEET MADE YESTERDAY