this seat is taken
this seat is taken
If I was a female, this post would just be the best.
I can’t breathe
I’m a dude and this belongs on my tumblr haha
THE DELIVERY GUY ASKED ME IF DANCING NAKED IN FRONT OF A POLAR BEAR WOULD BE CONSIDERED A THREAT TO IT!!!
RE: WHAT MIGHT MAKE ONE ATTACK YOU…. OMFG
((Though that was the ass end of the convo….BUT STILL))
HOW IS THIS NOT ALL OVER TUMBLR JESUS TAKE THE MOTHERFUCKING WHEEL
1000 TIMES REBLOG. ASDFGHJKL
I’m so sorry I usually don’t reblog porn please forgive me
Venezuelan Poodle Moth
The Venezuelan poodle moth was first captured on film by Dr. Arthur Anker of Bishkek, Krgyzstan, who posted all 75 photographs of his time at the Gran Sabana National Park on Flickr. His trip to the Venezuelan park didn’t gain much fame at the time. However, another researcher, Dr. Karl Shuker, saw a picture of the fuzzy little critter online and took interest. It was found that not only is this a new species of moth, but it may very well be an entirely new species of insect altogether.
Also, it cries out for thought balloons, of the FUCK OFF, I AM PONDERING THE MEANING OF LIFE variety.
I took this picture cause I knew this story was tumblr worthy.
So I had been sitting in my big white van behind the lowell building, not going to class, and staring happily at a brick wall.
out of the corner of my eye, i notice a man coming up the alley, slow down a little past the car, but ultimately keep going.
the term ‘weirdo’ passed my mind, and I locked the doors even though any actual threat was minimal, and soon I was staring at the wall again.
Not less than 5 minutes later I heard a knocking at the passenger side window. I look over, and it’s the same weirdo who walked by the car before; Except now he looked particularly nervous and had his nose pressed against the glass.
I should mention that I never felt particularly frightened of this man. he was quite skinny, and seemed extremely skittish and fearful both when I saw him starting up the alley, and now, as he knocked.
Anyway, I rolled down the window slightly and asked “can I help you?” with one eyebrow raised and a general look of confusion.
he gestured at me with his chin, and said with an equally confused tone “you…eh…you…sex?”
We had a moment of silence.
Eyebrow still raised, and before I knew what was coming out of my mouth, I raised both my hands, shook my head and said “I’m wearing mittens”.
He immediately started shaking his head up and down as if he understood, and practically started sprinting away.
I lowered my hands after a minute and I….
I can’t tell which is funnier: The fact that this strange man thought I was some sort of portable hooker, parking my van behind churches and waiting for patrons, or that my proof against being a hooker was the fact that I was wearing mittens.