NO mom it’s NOT a phase *spurs clank as i stomp up the stairs*

turned this in for my biology assignment today online school is going well

this one goes out to all you sickos on tumblr at 10 am on a monday

you ever think about how toasters love bread but hate toast

they grab the bread and hold it tight and keep it in their warmth but as soon as there's toast they're like get this shit outta here

toasters don't hate toasts, they know it's still the same bread they love

they just know if they were together any longer, the bread would be ruined

and the toaster would have to live with the guilt of making it's love, the bread, unrecognizable

of course... so wise. as we know, to be loved is to be changed, but sometimes we forget the change is not always for the better

The Bearded Vulture is the only known animal whose diet is almost exclusively bone.

The bone-eating giant bird which coats itself minerals like copper to get its rusty hue for unknown cosmetic reasons, most likely to show dominance. The brighter the hue, the more dominant the male.

They probably need the copper because its anti-bacterial properties. useful if you’re a carrion eater.

The bird has a 9 ft wingspan.

Bearded Vultures provide an indispensable service to the ecosystem, checking the spread of disease by consuming corpses. But the bearded’s diet is 95 percent bone. It can wait for the other scavengers to strip the body clean, then stroll in at its leisure to take its fill.

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Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.

I am once again thinking about digging holes

It's so fucked up that digging a bunch of holes works so well at reversing desertification

I hate that so much discourse into fighting climate change is talking about bioenginerring a special kind of seaweed that removes microplastics or whatever other venture-capital-viable startup idea when we have known for forever about shit like digging crescent shaped holes to catch rainwater and turning barren land hospitable

Ummmmmm, yes, hi, Hornbill at the Philly Zoo has a little kitty cat toy and wants to show it to you.

Clay werewolf transformation stop motion

i stopped the dental technician while he was applying fluoride to ask what the fuck the flavour was supposed to be. And he was like oh I was wondering that too. It says it's walterberry.

Every time I see a duck I think to myself that I want to pick up that duck. There is a sort of quality of the duck that makes it feel like the act of picking up the duck would somehow be analogous to those strange videos where people use knives to cleanly cut through multilayered cakes. There would be a sort of accumulative act even without taking permanent possession of the duck. It would rather be more like pulling the lever on some ancient machine which makes a counter increase by one. The duck is the lever. I hope my meaning is clear to you all?