Belgian bicycle troops, August 1914.
Our neighbor didn’t die, he was just needed someplace else.
He took a moment that was about recognizing him and turned it into a moment to recognize everyone who was there and everyone who made it possible for him to do what he does. If you want a perfect example of why he is so fondly remembered and such a great person, it’s tough to find a better one than this.
Mister Rogers is like, the one person where the more I find out about him, the more I love about him. It’s such sweet relief, rather than being disappointed in a celebrity when you find out more about their personal life, to go “my God, what a thoroughly good human.”
This is by far the stupidest thing I have ever made.
Hey the thing I reblogged earlier reminded me to mention this:
I can promise all my followers that I do not post or reblog jump scares, ever, because A) I don’t like them and they suck, and B) I know at least a few of my followers have anxiety in one form or another and I’m not going to be that jerk.
So yes. There will be no jump scares from this blog, just wanted to ease your minds preemptively.
Whoever wants to eat cookie dough and not get salmonella. Here ya go!
Every woman? EVERY PERSON ON EARTH, MARS, OR WHEREVER THE HELL YOU ARE SHOULD HAVE THIS RECIPE.
That’s one way to handle the heat.
I’m never gonna get over Ellen’s face
Dragon Ball is a national treasure.
tfw = two fucking weiners
some legends are told
some turn to dust or to gold
but you will remember me
adult: wow teen is frowning !!! must have attitude !!!!! moody !!!!!!