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Plays: 556,725[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
The pure fact that this doesn’t even need a title or a description or anything speaks volumes. I mean look at the number of notes this has. There are so few people who don’t recognize it. And the song itself just gives you chills. It’s so magical.
This is the sound of everything being right with the world.
crying I’M CRYING
Can’t even listen to the whole thing, I’m tearing up. This makes me feel like I’m a part of something truly magical. <3
So… what is it?
Posted on May 20, 2012 via Geekage with 113,839 notes
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How does that stay on at all. And can you imagine how that would feel if you fought in the sun for too long!?
If she bends over, wouldn’t that impale her???
how is she even bending her elbows.
or can she just never straighten themIt’s not metal. It’s some kind of shiny flexible plastic-like material. Also it’s adhesive. Solv’d
Posted on March 26, 2012 via Escher Girls with 75 notes
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(via rhisquared)
Posted on March 22, 2012 via département d’outre-mer with 490 notes
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Posted on February 19, 2012 via NikNaks Blog with 14,996 notes
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Something’s Fishy

What Artie lacked in physical size, he made up for in sheer intimidation. That toddler never had a chance.
Posted on November 5, 2011 via Animals Being Dicks with 438 notes
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Whaaaaaaaaaaat is this place?
So. Tumblr. Me am proper hipster now.
I still don’t get it.
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You know you’re from Georgia if
“Hey, you want a coke?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“What kind?”
“Mountain Dew.”
That’s how we do it in the south.

I’m from Georgia. I don’t do this. I understand the concept of different products having different names coupled with the desire to obtain the beverage of my choice the first time I ask for it.
this guy^
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tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
My earliest “human” memory? Am I supposed to have robot memories before that, or something? But I digress.
Perhaps my earliest “human” memory is of walking up my driveway behind my grandfather, and seeing a daddy longlegs.


