Your mom's best friend.




thefrogman:

A collection of Otis’s most derptacular moments. 

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atavus:

Keith Tyson - Nature Painting, 2005-06

Images found at [Pace Gallery]

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babylibra:

Rainbow Cactus Quartz/ Spirit Quartz with Dichroic coating

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talesofaheavyheart:

youlookshittydenise:

a-town-without-pity:

nudiemuse:

Goats and sheep screaming at people.

OMFG THE ONE AT 1:23 I AM DYING

MY SCIENCE TEACHER SHOWED US THIS TODAY!!!

I DON’T HAVE AIR

caitlin, this is what i was laughing at very loudly this morning.

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ah! haha!

ah! haha!

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getoutoftherecat:

jamalas:

this morning my mum and her friend were yelling at me to get down stairs in a hurry

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ahh

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what are you doing?

couldn’t you fight back a little, cat?

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(Source: danielodowd)

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(Source: cosmic-diaspora)

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yourwonderingmind:

Rutilated Quartz

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sosuperawesome:

Laura Beger has Valentines covered. Visit her shop

Find her on Tumblr

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the father that raised me.

My mother always told me that I could do anything I dreamed of; my father always laughed in my face.
    “An out-of-state college?” He’d scoff. “Metals and Jewelry? Catie. What are you supposed to do with that?” And he’d laugh some more.
    It wasn’t like I knew that I would be in Metals and Jewelry. It just sort of grew on me, like a weed taking hold in my heart. It was as if someone had planted that small weed into my soul years ago and it just finally sprouted.
    My mother was the supportive one. She would be happy with anything I chose. She said my father was just as happy. Only, he just never shows it. It was hard for me to believe him. Most of the time I would just try to hide from him, stay away from his sideways glances and condescending mouth. Rebelling seemed the way to go. With my teenage heart, I couldn’t resist but to make him angry with me.
    And then I left.
    For college. For my own place. For it to be alright to be myself.
    I felt like I was starting over. I left my family, my friends, everything that I felt wasn’t part of myself. Going away was like peeling away the chrysalis to expose the butterfly within.
    My mother was always right. My father always cared. It took some time and distance. Being such a technical man, with technical children, he didn’t know what to do with me.
    I brought him work to show, little pieces that I had made out of buttons and found objects. He’d scoff at them as well.
    But being away gave us time to be apart and see the other side of the story. We figured out what made the other tick. I stopped being so disrespectful and he learned to appreciate my art.
    We were both made from stone: unwavering in our beliefs.
    My mother was always the believer. My father always took time to understand me. I was always the one that just needed to get away.

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