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Each morning, like clockwork, they board the subway, off to begin their daily routine amidst the hustle and bustle of the city.
But these aren’t just any daily commuters. These are stray dogs who live in the outskirts of Moscow Russia and commute on the underground trains to and from the city centre in search of food scraps.
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The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. — Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me (via psych-facts)
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WHY ARE THERE STRAPS ON HIS LEGS I AM LAUGHING SO HARD
POWER TO MAIN THRUSTERS
ALL SYSTEMS ARE GO
BUT HE’S STILL WEARING HIS PANTS
pants aren’t an issue when you’re QUANTUM SHITTING THROUGH THE nTH DIMENSION