Hi. My name is Henry. I live in Boston, Massachusetts. I've been told that I'm unique. Brilliant. Odd. Flavorful. Bold. Fashionable. Creative.
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Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story
Your skin is pale white and ice cold. You never eat or drink anything. You don’t go out in the sunlight… I know what you are!
Say it, out loud!
A tumblr user!
Wicked cool table
#Emporio @armani #BostonMarathon Tribute Window featuring #EA7 #BostonStrong (at Emporio Armani (Copley))
I’m never throwing a cigarette butt on the ground again. Holy shit.
YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN THROWING YOUR CIGARETTES ON THE GROUND ANYWAYS
omfg poor baby
I’m so glad this post exists. I took ecology in high school and apparently a lot of animals are attracted to the smell of cigarettes and they eat them whenever they can find them. Sometimes they’ll even wander onto roads at night if they smell one and they’ll get hit by cars doing so. And they can’t digest them. The cigarettes just sit in their stomachs until they run out of space and then they starve because they always feel full. I don’t understand why people can’t just put their cigarettes out and then toss them in the trash bin or keep them in an ashtray in their cars until they get home. Is it really that hard?
This makes me so sad.