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DISNEY LOVERS, STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND WATCH THIS.

#only halfway through this and i want to share the joy

I HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER THAN I WAS FOR THOSE 8 MINUTES AND 10 SECONDS.

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I WANT TO MARRY EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. What is this even for? Because it was so amazing.

I couldn’t stop smiling :)

THIS IS THE BEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN.

OMG THE PRINCE ALI PART GAVE ME CHILLS!

this is the best thing I’ve ever seen

..I want one. 

This. Is. The. Fucking. BEST.

Hahaha, I need four more guys and possibly a seashell bra. The gauntlet has been thrown.

*SCREAMING* (I think is was the first time I fell in love with Gaston XD)

I’ve seen this a 100 times and it only gets better

I haven’t stopped smiling this whole time

I’m legit, CRYING THISISSOFUCKINGBEAUTIFULMYLIFEISCOMPLETEKILLENOW!!!!!JHDSFHFDHFCXGB

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The Astonishing Annual Red Crab Migration

Named one of the planet’s most breathtaking migrations, the Christmas Island red crab exodus is a natural phenomenon that continues to astonish.

Making it onto CNN Travel’s recent list of the “10 most spectacular wildlife migrations,” the island’s annual red crab migration is an astounding event that involves the movement of millions of vividly colored crabs as they leave their in-land homes to breed and release eggs into the sea.

An Australian territory, Christmas Island lies some 2,600 kilometers north-west of Perth in the middle of the Indian Ocean. While just 1,500 people live there, it is home to an estimated 120 million crabs.

You know they make an Ointment for that now, Right?

I am a coffee lover, and of course, only having a few types of coffee (frappe, regular, iced, and store cappuccino’s) I realized I wanted to do something different. I have always wanted a real, Frothy, Cafe Cappuccino. So during school, I did extensive reasearch, and finally I found the recipe for a home-made Cappuccino.

a cup of warmed milk (whatever milk you use)
However much sugar you want
If you want flavoring
And a small amount of strong coffee STRONG
A blender

Warm the milk, for about a minute and a half, and put the sugar and flavoring into the blender. Pour the warm/ almost hot, steamy cup of milk in, and blend it until it becomes frothy, like the foam from an alkeseltzer. (It should take a minute or two.) Now you have a flavored mix of frothy hot milk froth stuff. Your coffee should be hot, and STRONG! Like your boyfriend. Now go and find that delicate looking tea-cup that you have that looks just like your mothers, and pour a little under half a cup into it, like 1/3 actually. Now give your milk another quick spurt of blend, just to keep everything together and blended like the american culture. Take the milk and give the bottom of the container a quick thump, to make the bubbles rise to the top like an NBA-All Star. Pour some milk in and the froth will take a second to come out, because it’s shy. Now that it’s in your cup, walk carefully to wherever you want to enjoy it. Proceed to throw it on the round because You aren’t apart of the system. Then go out and set fire to your neighbors house because they complain of your violent ways.

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there are children on this site


I kind of want this to be different reading rooms in a massive library, like history, literary fiction, dogs, arcane sciences, design, natural sciences, religion, art and special collections. 

I should write a story about this.

One of them is from Dumbledore’s office

Hermoiney Granger Approves

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I ordered a crinoline (an undergarnment to make older timed dresses have the poof at the bottom() and the UPS guy drove up, went to my neighbord driveway, came out, pulled up to my drive, looked at the address and drove off. I do not have enough middle fingers to express how disappointed I am.

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When I was little I was raised with three brothers, two older, one younger. I didn’t realize I believed in women’s rights, or that I didn’t like double standards. Being eight-years-old, and at home with my family I would often take my shirt off, because I thought “Hey if my brothers can do it so can I.”

Needless to say my mother would rather let me run around shirtless than argue about how it’s improper for a girl to be shirtless, mainly because I would win.

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