sofire-almond:

deebott:

giantwalkingdeathray:

lieutenantfish:

lesless:

smallnightbird:

New species of bat foundNiumbaha superba, and it’s adorable.

Oh wow! I’m glad people are as excited about animals as I am. Here’s some additional photos. Fun fact: this bat is so different from others that a new genus was created!

new bat!

BEE BAT

Bumble bat

@ylissean-manakete

2dollarpimp:

munroesdream:

built-by-machines:

deebott:

brownglucose:

timebasedmetadatagod:

buddhaspalm:

no-love-all-hustle:

West Coast Pachucas from 1947

rare squats in ‘47, triple OG trendsetting. cut the hynas a check.

Fuck yr gringo ass hardstance

Love!

In love 😍

“Pachucas broke taboos of their time by wearing men’s-style pants sometimes and appearing in public often with their pachuco boyfriends; at the time, a “good woman” was considered to have her place in the home. They defied gender stereotypes and roles in Mexican-American culture in much the same way flappers had in European-American culture in the 1920s.“ (x).

This shit fire

Eyebrows🔥

vinyll-popik:

softgrantaire:

thecheshirecass:

bruddabois:

I don’t have scale for just how much fucking manure that is

The look of pure, utter bliss on this dude’s face is a blessed image.

reblog to win the lottery so you can dump $200,000 of shit on your ex boss’ lawn

this is straight outta back to the future

geekandmisandry:

letmemeetyourdog:

izzytheoddity:

a-pentaholics-paradise:

iamtonysexual:

frecklebuttcronus:

causeallidoisdance:

no-this-is-jarod:

they got mad

image

Green Day lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong wrote this about his father, who died of cancer on September 1st, 1982. At his father’s funeral, Billie cried, ran home and locked himself in his room. When his mother got home and knocked on the door to Billie’s room, Billie simply said, “Wake me up when September ends.”

So I’d be angry too if people kept this shit up every single year.

i am going to reblog this until i die

…oh

Seriously its just not funny and I wish people would stop

I reblog this every fucking year. Leave them alone.

Every year.

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