Spifferific

"I go to seek a Great Perhaps"
- Francois Rabelais

cluckyeschickens:

strangebiology:

So I get the impression that people thought this part of the film, A Natural History of the Chicken, was really funny. This eccentric woman basically really loves her Silkie chicken named Cotton. But who could love a chicken so much, right??

Honestly it’s not that weird to me. So this chicken is her dear friend. That’s how I feel about my cat. I once babysat a growly, unfriendly little dog for someone, and the owner was literally brought to tears explaining how much she loved him. Someone I used to talk to online said that “the closest connection [she’d] ever had with another creature” was with a praying mantis. Where’s the problem? Pet love is profound. Doesn’t matter what animal. 

I remember this lady from the film. She loved the color red. But she loved Cotton even more. 

Makes me think of Buck Buck and how much I dread losing him. Over a decade of shared history, even with an animal, is a hard thing to shake.

(via peopleholdingchickens)

javeliner:

think about the concept of a library. that’s one thing that humanity didn’t fuck up. we did a good thing when we made libraries

(via cleverpudding)

dreamerofderse:
“ youtube:
“ When you finally find the right emoji.
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marketing targeted at today’s youth is so strange because like, they’ve picked up on certain things, but they can’t string the parts together in a cohesive way. It’s like one of...

dreamerofderse:

youtube:

When you finally find the right emoji.

marketing targeted at today’s youth is so strange because like, they’ve picked up on certain things, but they can’t string the parts together in a cohesive way. It’s like one of those shitpost generators. I mean, yeah, they understand that reaction gifs are a thing, and they understand that emojis are a thing, and they understand that tyler oakley is a thing. but they can’t drive the point home. that is not a proper reaction to finding the right emoji. it doesn’t make sense. they’re trying, really hard, but the nuances of internet youth culture still manage to escape their corporate grasp

(via slothbagel)

October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.

—J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (via hogwartsguidetolife)

(Source: aurelle.co, via sundaybuns)