Il Finocchio Parla

Twenty steps forward, fifteen steps backward. Hey, waitaminute! Am I facing the right direction?

Life's ups and downs, crossroads and milestones. Or just a big steaming plateful of random...

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    officialfrenchtoast:

    ”..the Son of Man came not to be served, but to serve..”

    -Matthew 20:28

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    fuckin amazing

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    Why do it in the pooper when you’ve got specialty equipment?

    vicemag:

    We’ve republished 13 old-timey medical illustrations and turned them into a multiple choice test that will challenge your knowledge of terrible diseases. It’s like a BuzzFeed quiz with syphilis!

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    scienceyoucanlove:

    The phenomenon shown in this shot is called guttation, the exudation of tiny drops of xylem sap that accumulate on the tips or edges of leaves some vascular plants, such as grasses. It is different to dew, which condenses from the atmosphere onto the plant surface.

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    officialfrenchtoast:

    "gonna sell these kids some drugs"

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    dimlylitmealsforone:

    Giulia, who is an Italian person, or just as plausibly an American college student who is doing a ‘catfish’ on me, sent me these enormous hi-def pictures of the desperate meals she is forced to eat in front of her absolutely filthy keyboard.

    Giulia felt that I had been misrepresenting Italians as a good cooks.

    She felt this was pernicious stereotyping and wanted it to be known that, in fact, Italians eat with just as much resignation and medicated numbness as everyone else.

    The reality of being an Italian is not all pizza and pasta and slipping off into the soothing body high of a carbohydrate overdose on your two hour lunch break.

    No, it’s eating flavourless biscuits and tinned tuna with carrot and watching the crumbs gather in your dirty keyboard.

    It’s eating sad leftover store bought minestrone day in and day out,  because deep down you don’t feel like you deserve that delicious calzone.

    It’s wiping away your tears with a Minnie Mouse napkin, and letting loose a silent scream at your monitor as you submit these digital artifacts of your desperate life to a tumblr of diminishing returns run by a sad man no less able to deal with life than you are.

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    Im so sick of rules-don’t smoke at the bar, don’t hit the lady on the walker in the crosswalk…get off my back

    Awful Photos of Russian Daddies in Horrible Dachas

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    accioguitardis:

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    trillow:

    how much do islands cost i want one

    Less than a college education

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    what the fuck

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    westbor0baptistchurch:

    WELCOME TO SEA WORLD YOU LITTLE FUCKERS

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    LOL! Well apparently I am CLUELESS. Pete Shelley? Really? I guess it all makes sense now. lmao.

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    miss-darling-clementine:

    simplyalexandermason:

    I feel like they just conspired together…

    THE WINK, THE WINK IS KILLING ME.

    This is so adorable!! 

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