Maned Wolf
Fossa
Barbirusa
Zebra Duiker
Pink Fairy Armadillo
Amazonian Royal Flycatcher
Gerenuk
Patagonian Mara
Raccoon Dog
Snub-Nosed Monkey
Southern Red Muntjac
Markhor
Dhole
Irrawaddy Dolphin
Southern Right Whale Dolphin
Cyphonia Clavata
Sunda Colugo
Tufted Deer
Yeti Crab
Star-Nosed Mole
Lamprey
Naked Mole Rat
The pink fairy armadillo and the raccoon dog are my favorites
Split this crowd right down the middle, I want one half on this side, one half on that side.
We’re not going to make you run into each other we’re not that kind of fucking band, we’re not heavy.
Face someone, look someone in the eye. Pick someone, pick anyone. Walk over to them and give them a big hug.
It’s called the wall of hugs everybody.
- Kellin Quinn
The smile you have in your mugshot when you take a bat and beat the ever loving shit out of your two sons’ molester.
Smile on, girl. Smile on.
Read the story HERE.
Don’t fuck with black moms A worrying for the world From~a black son
misha-let-me-touch-your-assbutt:
When your teacher is nice but can’t fucking teach
When your teacher is mean but teaches really good
When you’re teacher is nice and teaches really well, but the class is full of fucking twats
When the students are well behaved but the Teacher is still a fucking bitch
when your teacher keeps getting replaced because it’s defence against the dark arts
When you’re singing alone on a golf course
Monochrome Domes
I am the boulder that’s golder,
The crimson cut tattoos stretching from shoulder to shoulder
Taking down from my mind these pornography posters
Shallow replacements of a kind,
Taking a hit from a dime,
Trying to keep alive the hearth in my heart that’s getting colder and colder
‘Cause my body was rotting and I was left behind
No matter how tight I was able to hold her
I was taught never to let the heat get too hot,
But I got caught up in the author’s plot,
Of a treacherous bitch who revealed the hidden reel,
Hoping, in exchange, she’d receive from the man she deceived,
The forgiveness she so desperately sought
The demonic itch was gone,
But so was my motivation
Hurling, swirling, unfurling down to the ground
Unable to make a sound, like my lips were bound,
To a long gone sensation,
Once built, brick by brick, on trust and patience
Living life like we broke through the code of the matrix
‘Till a little fucking pebble blew up our space station
Spite’s bite slipped through, like silver molten death,
In the incision dissecting my lifeless chest,
As a devilish, horned sprite, unable to rest,
‘Till my morality failed its metaphorical test,
Attempting to ink letters with the feathery side of the quill
Dreams of love changed, to nightmares of chasing paper bills
Losing sight of the right, drifting up and away,
Like a kite in flight, swallowed by the starless night
Lights off in the stadium,
Shattered glass staining my cranium
Each fragment a stagnant, has-been,
Photograph of the queen and the bandit’s Sante Fe song,
That never quite came true
The thief became the one that was abused, raped and used,
Naked, beaten and bruised by the prude on her cue,
Who tempted to woo the crude and the lewd,
Upsetting the blissful mood with the brewed poison,
Her and her new found beau served to my hungry soul as food
Darkness now etched deep in the particles of skin,
Now painting a portrait,
The paint, watch me pour it,
All over this blank canvas of the bandit,
And in the end, I will sand it…
Off…Because I can’t move with dead love’s rusted hug.
