A person called Angela from MN wasting time on this thing called the internet. INFJ, hopeless romantic, feminist, and broke college student. Forever a music enthusiast and a book hoarder.
Q: i have a horrible misogynist rooster who only likes blonde hens so i always have to make sure i have 2-3 yellow hens around so he doesn't run anyone ragged. i didn't know this was a problem someone could have but i've had macklemore for eight slutty, slutty years and he's been overly obsessed with the blondness level of his lady friends for the entire time with no sign of slowing down so, like. props to him for sticking to his guns.
YOU CANT JUST CASUALLY LEAVE THIS IN THE REPLIES AS IF THIS ISNT A CRUCIAL ELEMENT OF THIS HARROWING STORY
SIR!!!!!!
[ID: A reply from @m4mothman that reads, “the thrilling accompaniment: he thinks my golden retriever is the absolute pinnacle of beauty. his romantic white whale if you will. he has been trying to court her, pulling out all the stops and doing [all caps] MANY fancy dances, since i got her five and a half years ago.” /END ID]
For a decade, a beekeeper near Athens, has kept a tradition: every spring, he slips icons of Christ, the Holy Virgin and different saints in his beehives, in order to bless his bees and his yearly honey production. And every year, the very same mysterious phenomenon occurs: bees make their honeycomb cells around the pious images, meticulously avoiding covering them.