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And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men because now we say goodnight from our own separate sides.
Like brothers on a hotel bed

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davidscustomglasses:

You know what isn’t great? When some guy (with appalling grammar) comes along and tells an entire sex how to dress. Here’s something he doesn’t know: I don’t wear makeup because I’m insecure. Stop thinking that all girls are insecure. We’re not. Stop assuming that all girls are so vain and vapid that all they care about is beauty (not an insult to insecure girls - I know you’re not vain and you’re certainly not vapid). Don’t change the definition of “beautiful” because you’re a misogynist who thinks that all women are so broken that they need to be told they’re beautiful, and don’t pretend you’re some feminist hero by saying “all women are beautiful”. I know I’m not and I don’t care. Because I - like every single woman who ever has and ever will exist - am more than that.

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funkysafari:

You can’t get much happier than a pig in muck, or so we are told.

But when this little piggy arrived in the farmyard she showed a marked reluctance to get her trotters dirty. While her six brothers and sisters messed around in the mire, she stayed on the edge shaking. It is thought she might have mysophobia - a fear of dirt.

Owners Debbie and Andrew Keeble were at a loss, until they remembered the four miniature wellies used as pen and pencil holders in their office. They slipped them on the piglet’s feet - and into the mud she happily ploughed. [x]

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