in honor of charlotte bronte’s 198th birthday, i present to you the worst pun of all time


in honor of charlotte bronte’s 198th birthday, i present to you the worst pun of all time


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Waterfall ~ By Robin Kamp

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Woods on Flickr.

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Free Spirit Identityby: Liana Maris
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Free Spirit Identity
by: Liana Maris

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Accent Challenge


Word list:

bath / house / lovely / tongue / down / laugh / garage / zebra / look / owl / aluminium / grass / schedule / stupid / rant / squirrel / blood / bowl / water / million / turkey / library / duck / either / epitome / food / castle / hour / transport / anorak / room / tractor / sponge /…





this was designed for very young children and i am not a young child i am a 260 pound man

how did you get in there.

how did you get out of there

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there’s something very satisfying about buying office supplies but I’m not quite sure how to explain that feeling

the illusion of productivity

that’s it that’s the feeling

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In the olden time when wishing was having…there lived a King, whose daughters were all beautiful; but the youngest was so exceedingly beautiful that the Sun himself, although he saw her very often, was surprised whenever she came out into the sunshine.

Near the castle of this King was a large and gloomy forest, and in the midst stood an old lime-tree, beneath whose branches splashed a little fountain; so, whenever it was very hot, the King’s youngest daughter ran off into this wood, and sat down by the side of this fountain; and, when she felt dull, would often divert herself by throwing a golden ball up in the air and catching it. And this was her favourite amusement.
Now, one day it happened, that this golden ball, when the King’s daughter threw it into the air, did not fall down into her hand, but on the grass; and then it rolled past her into the fountain. The King’s daughter followed the ball with her eyes, but it disappeared beneath the water, which was so deep that no one could see to the bottom. Then she began to lament, and to cry louder and louder; and, as she cried, a voice called out,

Why weepest thou, O King’s daughter? thy tears would melt even a stone to pity.

And she looked around to the spot whence the voice came, and saw a Frog stretching his thick ugly head out of the water. Ah! you old water-paddler, said she, was it you that spoke? I am weeping for my golden ball, which has slipped away from me into the water.

Be quiet, and do not cry, answered the Frog; I can give thee good advice. But what wilt thou give me if I fetch thy plaything up again?

What will you have, dear Frog?
said she. My dresses, my pearls and jewels, or the golden crown which I wear?

The Frog answered, Dresses, or jewels, or golden crowns, are not for me; but if thou wilt love me, and let me be thy companion and playfellow, and sit at thy table, and eat from thy little golden plate, and drink out of thy cup, and sleep in thy little bed,—if thou wilt promise me all these, then will I dive down and fetch up thy golden ball.

Oh, I will promise you all, said she…

Grimm, Jacob and Wilhelm. The Frog Prince Introduction. 

  • Read full Grimm fairy tale here.

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do you ever have those moments where you’re catching your friend up on a series and they make a random guess on something that’s going to happen and it’s actually 100% right and you just sit there like



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