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that was a gay post. dunt even give a shit!

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so here i am just sat in my car that broke down waiting for my dad to arrive. thank god i had 3G!!!

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anxietyblogger:

gay-men:

Guy holding Martini while walking his cat.

Me in 10 years
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edible silver balls are freaking sassy
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play:

Photography by Tyrone Lebon.
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avliva:

student hairstyles of the seventies, Congo
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imprecise:

Joseba Eskubi
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cruello:

Boys Smoking, Portland Road, North Kensington 1956 
Photo: Roger Mayne
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ancen:

andrew westermann shot by pierre debusschere for i know simply that the sky will last longer than i
scanned by myself
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We tend to think animals are lower than us, but all the scientists in the world couldn’t design and operate a bumblebee’s wing. We can’t jump or run very fast, and we can’t carry vast weights like an ant can. We can’t see in the dark and we can’t fly except crammed in a noisy tube like sardines, which doesn’t count. Humans compared to animals are almost totally deaf, and we can’t smell a fart in an elevator by their standards. We are finite and separate, and neurotic, while the consciousness of an animal is at peace and eternal. We strive and go crazy to become more important. Animals rest and sleep and enjoy the company of each other. We think we have evolved upwards from animals but we have lost almost all of their qualities and abilities. The idea that animals don’t have consciousness or that they don’t have a soul is rather crass. It shows a lack of consciousness. They talk, they have families, they feel things, they act individually or together to solve problems, they often care of their young as a tribal unit. They play, they travel, and medicate themselves when they get sick. They cry when others in the herd die, they know about us humans. Of course they have a soul, a very pristine one. We humans are only now attempting with the recent rise in consciousness to achieve the soul that animals have naturally.

— Stuart Wilde (via sharkg0ddess)
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