flora-file:

Euphorbias (by flora-file)

the genus that’s fun for the whole family

All euphorbia, all day. 

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the-personal-quotes:

follow this hipster granny on tumblr, you won’t regret it
perfecta-a-tu-manera:

reddlr-earthporn:

A beautiful pool in Yellowstone National Park. [1011x678]


😍

perfecta-a-tu-manera:

reddlr-earthporn:

A beautiful pool in Yellowstone National Park. [1011x678]

😍

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justsomefuckingguy:

captcreate:

odditymall:

The Leatherdos is a hair clip that doubles as a multi-tool that combines 5 different tools in a tiny hair clip: screw-drivers, a wrench, a trolley coin, a ruler, and a cutting edge.

—->http://odditymall.com/leatherdos-is-a-hair-clip-multi-tool

This some of that James Bond shit.

Swiss Army Hairclip

(via escape-into-music)

ultrafacts:

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Follow Ultrafacts for more facts daily.

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malformalady:

Calico Dominican Red mountain Boa  from The Reptile Report’s facebook!

malformalady:

Calico Dominican Red mountain Boa  from The Reptile Report’s facebook!

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victoriavardot:

If this is love, what is hell?

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"So, my little Amélie, you don’t have bones of glass. You can take life’s knocks. If you let this chance pass, eventually, your heart will become as dry and brittle as my skeleton. So, go get him."
Amélie (2001) dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet

"So, my little Amélie, you don’t have bones of glass. You can take life’s knocks. If you let this chance pass, eventually, your heart will become as dry and brittle as my skeleton. So, go get him."

Amélie (2001) dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet

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ohsatsune:

"She couldn’t sleep. Wave of thoughts always came rushing through her mind when the sun left the sky. It was as if all the thoughts she eluded waited for the sun to fall from the sky to come and take her away in the night." — a shell in a storm, Jenn Satsune

ohsatsune:

"She couldn’t sleep. Wave of thoughts always came rushing through her mind when the sun left the sky. It was as if all the thoughts she eluded waited for the sun to fall from the sky to come and take her away in the night." — a shell in a storm, Jenn Satsune

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