Had a long, shitty day at work, but coming home to my beauties blooming made me feel a lot better. And my mom’s adorable knome garden is flourishing. It’s so dang cute.
sometimes i like to just throw on my furby suit and go for a walk around town. i enjoy seeing the looks on the childrens faces when, for a moment, they believe there might be a real furby across the street. once they have spotted me maybe i’ll do a funny dance for them, or something. they take out their iphone, probably to call their friends and say “bro, look at this furby! this is crazy!”. pretty soon the police show up for some reason. then i
when we invent time travel the first thing we’ll discover will be that we were only right about the hair color of historical figures like one in every 5 times. Even as recently as like the 1700s. And it turns out its because they just had bad paint back then for the portraits, and the historical records put the wrong haircolors as pranks
meevs you really need to stop hiding the funniest things in your tags
