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This 144-Year-Old Wisteria In Japan Looks Like A Pink Sky

These stunning photographs, which look like a glorious late evening sky with dashes of pink and purple, are actually pictures of Japan’s largest wisteria (or wistaria, depending on whom you ask) plant.

This plant, located in Ashikaga Flower Park in Japan, is certainly not the largest in the world, but it still comes in at an impressive 1,990 square meters (or half an acre) and dates back to around 1870 (the largest, at about 4,000 square meters, is the wisteria vine in Sierra Madre, California). Although wisterias can look like trees, they’re actually vines. Because its vines have the potential to get very heavy, this plant’s entire structure is held up on steel supports, allowing visitors to walk below its canopy and bask in the pink and purple light cast by its beautiful hanging blossoms.

Image credits: Takao Tsushima

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Less than 24 hours to planes aaaaaaaaaaaah!!

*hugs you*

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i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them

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So earlier today I saw this post by therealelizabethbennet, but the data was from 1988, so I thought I would do some updated calculations.

Thanks for mentioning me & for doing this. You are a wonderful person and thank you from all the Janeites all over the world. You did us a great favor :)

No wonder they all got into a tizzy over Darcy.

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Anonymous sent: How can you tell that you are a lesbian??


I kissed a boy and I was like “what’s all the hype” then I kissed a girl and I was like “oh.”

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This isn’t right. You’re supposed to be with me!

The actual definition of what some guys think when the girl says “no”.

"OMG I did this and that for YOU, you must date me!"

Hell no. If I don’t like you, I won’t date you.

This movie is fucking golden.


Megamind has the ultimate example of a “nice guy”, Hal, who liked Roxanne - and he was clear about it. He “complimented” several things to her in the beginning, which guess what - were not flattering at all, but downright creepy, so really, it was no wonder Roxanne didn’t like him.

But after he gets his superpowers, he expects her to - he expects to be rewarded for being the “good guy”, despite the fact that he hasn’t really done anything for her. When she rejects him and later finds out that she had dated Megamind for a time, he’s furious that she would date the “bad guy” when he is the “good guy”.

Yet despite Megamind being “bad” and Hal being “good”, it’s Megamind who respects what she wants - when she told him to back off, he backed off, and then later apologized, while Hal was legit going to kill her for rejecting him. So really, who is the good guy?

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Silly MKR Headcanon

It’s not that Ferio doesn’t have magic.  It’s just that his magic is kind of one track and a bit pointless most of the time.  He only has one spell, and hasn’t ever managed any more. 

He can summon trees.

Specifically trees with good branches for napping in.

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Just remember, if you ever hate your job…

that is not where i thought this was going



Just remember, if you ever hate your job…

that is not where i thought this was going

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In fact, the only things in the flat Crowley devoted any personal attention to were the houseplants. They were huge, and green, and glorious, with shiny, healthy, lustrous leaves.

This was because, once a week, Crowley went around the flat with a green plastic plant mister spraying the leaves, and talking to the plants….

Although talking is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did.

What he did was put the fear of God into them.

More precisely, the fear of Crowley.

In addition to which, every couple of months Crowley would pick out a plant that was growing too slowly, or succumbing to leaf-wilt, or browning, or just didn’t look quite as good as the others, and he would carry it around to all the plants. “Say goodbye to your friend,” he’d say to them. “He just couldn’t cut it…”

Then he would leave the flat with the offending plant, and return an hour or so later with a large empty flower pot, which he would leave somewhere conspicuously around the flat.

The plants were the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in London. Also the most terrified.

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