Echeveria Peacockii “Platinum Dress”
Author: mostllynature
There’s something so inherently mystical about swimming to the bottom of a pool to retrieve something. Just gracefully swooping down with a purpose and puttering to the quiet bottom. I mean, yeah, I’m probably retreaving a lost toe ring or one of those soggy water ball things, but damn if I don’t feel like a mermaid princess searching for hidden treasure.
me watching a video of a bug trapped in a glass container that it keeps bumping up against: haha idiot
the seventh dimensional superbeing monitoring my reality watching me moving through the 4th dimension in a single line because i cant comprehend movement beyond 3 dimensions: haha idiot
the year is 1888
me, the first palaeontologist to dig up a triceratops skull, whispering softly: what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuckkkk
“Sir, I can has fish?? Thank you, kind Sir!”
Translation:
[weasel? comes up to a fisherman]
Fisherman: Friend, what do you want? [weasel sniffs at a closed bucket with fish] Hungry for some fish, aren’t you? Maybe I should give you a fishing pole? Eager beaver. Let me open it. [weasel is busy digging under the bucket. fisherman gently pokes it] Hey, there is a lid up here. Come on, pick any you want. [weasel grabs a fish and runs away] Hey, no “thank you”? Well, you’re welcome.
I’m NEVER going to get tired of watching Russians interact with wildlife
how do you tell the difference between a chemist and a plumber
ask them to pronounce “unionized”
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