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inheritedloss:

vulpes-vulpix:

qtiest:

ya but have u ever seen brown eyes when they’re in the sun??? they literally turn gold like screw those ass blue and green motherfuckers gettin all the love

excuse you, my eyes are blue and in the sun they get a steely gray glint just around the pupil and they look pretty damn awesome.

You:

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I don’t have brown eyes, but oh my god, they are so beautiful in the sun! It makes me a little bit jelly.

septemberism94:

schim:

Cats who can’t figure out walls [x]

PLEASE TAKE YOUR CAT TO THE VET IF YOU SEE THEM DOING THIS BEHAVIOR OVER TIME.

It’s called “head pressing” and it occurs in dogs and cats. 

Head pressing is characterized by the compulsive act of pressing the head against a wall or other object for no apparent reason. This generally indicates damage to the nervous system, which may result from a number of varying causes, including prosencephalon disease (in which the forebrain and thalamusparts of the brain are damaged), or toxic poisoning.

http://www.petmd.com/cat/conditions/neurological/c_ct_headpressing

http://www.vet.cornell.edu/FHC/health_resources/toxoplasmosis.cfm (head pressing is listed as a symptom)

http://sevneurology.com/patients/clip-multilobular-osteochondroma (About a dog’s brain tumor but head pressing is listed as a symptom)

I wasn’t going to reblog this until I read the important caption dang thank you!!!

To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:

thejadedkiwano:

Let’s play a game.

Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

you, also, what, when, why, how, look, because, never

To the dumb bitch who had a hot ass temper on the road today and tried to get us into an accident,

Joke’s on you because I reported your dumb ass.

Normally I would never do that, even if one of those cars that says, “how’s my driving? call this number,” is a horrible driver. But you are just special enough to get that reported. I also really hope that was not a child in your back seat, because if it was, oh lady. You are in for it.

I swear, people sometimes.

I am serious when I say my boss told me that this guy that called needed 54 yards of velour fabric. 

So I cut 54 yards of fucking heavy ass fabric today.

Then the guy came in and needed 4 yards.

I about lost my shit. 

Then, my boss proceeds to ask if he did in fact say 54, or if I just heard him wrong.

Today is the day that I almost went into the corner and cried.