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It scares me that there’s only 1000 reblogs.

It scares me that there’s only 3000 reblogs.

how old is google?

google is 13 today

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potential-and-difference:

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dazegetbrighter:

what if rocks are actually soft but just tense up when we touch them?

How stoned are you right now?

Was that a fucking pun?

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astro-stoner: shityo: morefunthanbeingsad: physicsphysics: An interesting model of our solar system’s path as it travels through space in the Milky Way. Certainly a departure from usual models that show the Sun as a static object, which it certainly isn’t I had no idea this was happening. Where are we going? To fuck some shit up Around the center of the Milky Way, which is heading towards the Andromeda Galaxy.  And our whole Local Group is moving towards the Virgo Cluster. But we’ll never actually reach the Virgo Cluster because space is expanding between us and them faster than we’re moving towards it. Motherfucking science.
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officialdogblog:

procrastinators are able to do 30 minutes of work in 8 hours and 8 hours of work in the 30 minutes before it’s due

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vegansanfrancishet: So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute. Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump. Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice. This time, though. This was a good cry.