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"She taught me how to dance. We actually met at a graduation party. I was the only one not on the dance floor, and her friend bet her that she couldn’t get me to dance. I’d already said ‘no’ to ten girls, but she talked me into it. We were together 55 years. She died eight years ago, but I still dance every day."
(Mexico City, Mexico)

humansofnewyork:

"She taught me how to dance. We actually met at a graduation party. I was the only one not on the dance floor, and her friend bet her that she couldn’t get me to dance. I’d already said ‘no’ to ten girls, but she talked me into it. We were together 55 years. She died eight years ago, but I still dance every day."

(Mexico City, Mexico)

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onlylolgifs:

Huge Saint Bernard dog being needy

THIS IS WHY A BEED A HUGE PUPPY

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seminaldesigner:

Available in most airport gift shops.

seminaldesigner:

Available in most airport gift shops.

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amandieu:

Out of context Sims conversations…

amandieu:

Out of context Sims conversations…

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tinylilremus:

No but can you just imagine Mrs Weasley getting to the magical afterlife one day and the first thing she sees is a girl with red hair sprinting towards her.

For a fleeting moment she thinks it’s Ginny, but as the girl comes closer she recognises the kind smile and the emerald eyes that are shining with tears. It’s Lily Potter.

Lily pulls Mrs Weasley into a tight hug and can only whisper three words before dissolving into tears.

"Thank you, Molly."

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sixpenceee:

Staglieno Cemetery, Genoa, Italy. This is the grave of Italino Lacomelli, the child that died on the 16 August 1925. He was five years old and a victim of to a killer while he played in the public garden with his hoop. His mother already had died. The father, Donatello Iacomelli (1889/1976) was buried in the same grave as the childs mother. (Source) Other Graveyard Posts: (The Weeping Woman) (Angel of Death) (Compilation of Gravestones, Part 1, Part 2)

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zgmfd:

1961 Nu-Card Monster Panels

horror geekdom predicted meme-captioning forty years ahead. love and respect to the blue-light-absorbing horror massive, we are the future

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thank-you-mrs-loopner:

when i grow up I wanna be a comedian so I can make out with male comedians

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I was volunteering at a booksale when I ran across this and just…

Submitted to me by mrsrhettbutler

uh…those arms…you’re all thinking that, right…?

i feel like we’re all just kind of reblogging it in a circle and looking at each other uneasily like, waiting for someone to finally give in and yell it out in the reply chain

ROBO-DILDO.

you held out as long as you could, i’m sure.

Dildobot

Edward Dildo-arms

DOMO ARIGATO FISTO ROBOTO

I SPAT OUT MY WATER ON THE LAST COMMENT FUCK

"hold me"

"i can’t…. but there are better things I can do with my arms"