It’s not “bacon,” it’s a pig.
It’s not “veal,” it’s a calf.
It’s not “steak,” it’s a cow.
It’s not “meat,” it’s an animal…
its not “fruit”, its dividing cells that accumulate fructose…
it’s not delivery. it’s digiorno.
It’s not a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
It’s not “levioSA”, it’s “leviOsa”
Maybe it’s Maybelline
Sometimes I’m confused by Canadian stereotypes but then I realize that we literally dump maple syrup onto the snow, wait for it to get gooey and then scoop it up with a stick and eat it
you better not be fucking with me canada is this for real
it is all too real
Paying to rough it, Susan and John Johnson came to Alaska after homestead and other free land had run out. They bought eight expensive acres of wilderness with a view, tenting while they built a small, handsome log house with no modern conveniences. National Geographic - June, 1975
do you ever roll up your sleeves to wash your hands and one of the sleeves starts slipping down like its attracted to the water and all you can think is “dont you fucking dare”
#just look at his face #the first gif it’s just so open and he’s smitten and not hiding it at all #the next one he’s just like #’oh shit. didn’t mean to say that. rose is your companion. not for complimenting. down boy.’ #and then the last one #that little fucking smile as he looks down #he’s /teasing/ her and covering up his first reaction