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why aren’t wet dreams called snoregasms
monsters05 asked: Hey there, Not sure if you remember but a while ago I asked you for pictures of the MinaLima panel, and Thank you so much again for posting those. hehe :D I was just going through some of them again and was wondering, could you share a few of them in the original resolution, pleease? :) Let me know please. Thanks; :)
I don’t know how! What do you recommend, a flickr account or something?
IM FUCKIN PISSING
I CANT FUCKING HANDLE THIS BUT OMG I’M SO GLAD THAT I CLICKED THAT BUTTON. FUCKING CLICK IT
The fuck did I just watch.
Can I marry you or
Oh my god!
I don’t know what I was expecting but tHIS WAS NOT IT
This is just fabulous
Tippi Benjamine Okanti Degré, daughter of French wildlife photographers Alain Degré and Sylvie Robert, was born in Namibia. During her childhood she befriended many wild animals, including a 28-year old elephant called Abu and a leopard nicknamed J&B. She was embraced by the Bushmen and the Himba tribespeople of the Kalahari, who taught her how to survive on roots and berries, as well as how to speak their language.
//not a daughter of a photographer…a KHALEESI
that pic of her hugging the frog dkfjdklfgjdfg
what book is this?
youve got to be kidding me
Hanlock AU - Sherlock/Hannibal
Hannibal thinks he found someone who shares interest with him, but he is mistaken.
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The Cumber Collective
Iron Man 3 and The Incredibles parallels - 1/?
SO GLAD I WASN’T THE ONLY ONE WHO REALIZED THIS
This looks like Tony and his Iron Man suit reluctantly attending couple’s therapy together.
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
I used many times to touch my own chest and feel, under its asthmatic quiver, the engine of the heart and lungs and blood and feel amazed at what I sensed was the enormity of the power I possessed. Not magical power, but real power. The power simply to go on, the power to endure, that is power enough, but I felt I had also the power to create, to add, to delight, to amaze and to transform.
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