reasonsmysoniscrying:

"Chipotle was closed."
Submitted By: Megan L.
Location: California, United States

reasonsmysoniscrying:

Me: “Eat your dinner.”
3yo: “I have 2 stomachs. One is for food, one is for ice cream. The food stomach is full. Let’s have some ice cream!”

reasonsmysoniscrying:

reasonsmykidissmiling:

"I have a followup Reason My Son Is Smiling:  Because he really wanted to climb a mountain, the next day we took him to climb Mt. Bonnell, which is (allegedly) the highest point in Austin at a mighty 780 feet.”
Submitted By: Josh K.
Location: Texas, United States

(FYI: When reached for comment about this momentous change in fate, the previously forlorn explorer said, “I like being backpack.”)

A simply amazing reversal of fortune for our young crier from yesterday! These parents are killing it in The Lone Star State!

astral-nexus:

I want ;-;






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astral-nexus:

I want ;-;

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girlactionfigure:

let_my_people_know "Just got back from birthright and I’m back in the uniform! I wish I was still in Israel but here is my support from the US Navy! Always with Israel… Forever! Am Yisroel Chai" 






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girlactionfigure:

let_my_people_know "Just got back from birthright and I’m back in the uniform! I wish I was still in Israel but here is my support from the US Navy! Always with Israel… Forever! Am Yisroel Chai" 

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Ew love. So cute I can’t.

Project 2501: Homage to Ghost in the Shell [x]

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therealbarbielifts:

buckyoubucky:

"A new study shows that men are threatened by confident women taking pictures of themselves, and call these women stupid, socially inept, and ugly. In other news, the world is round, the sky is blue, and the patriarchy is still shitty."

That comment is gold

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Album Art

kissuki:

I loved you first.

Played 11511 times.
"my smiles
make a home with yours, in the
crinkles of your eyelids.
this is us. we’re one in the morning,
jumpers & jeans,
streetlit car parks.
when I can’t sleep I worry that
this town is the eye of the storm,
that tornadoes
will tear my confetti heart to shreds when I leave
but you kiss like warm sunlight,
not lightning,
and for once
my mouth is not a gaping wound,
my fingers no longer butterfly knives.
this is us. we’re clichéd, teen, tangled,
tiptoes to reach you,
toffee hair and twilight eyes
and I think I kind of like
how our hearts beat nothing
like a war drum."