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Just a reminder:the natural diet of these birds is BONES. Not just bone marrow; actual bone shards. They pick up huge freaking bones from carcasses and drop them onto rocks until they get spiky pieces and then they swallow them. Their stomach acid dissolves bone.

look me in the eye and tell me that’s not a fucking dragon

And they aren’t naturally red like that. That’s self-applied makeup. They find the reddest earth they can to work into their feathers as a status symbol.

And they don’t scavenge other parts of carcases, just the bones. 85-90% of their diet is exclusively bone. Hence why it’s only a myth that these birds would just pick up whole lambs and carry them off. It’s not true, but in German they’re still called Lämmergeier as a result.

Nature is fucking metal. 

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valloir:

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windycarnage:

WHERE BUY

These shoes would be really cute for a Hermes/Mercury cosplay.

Do they come in dudes?

Oi, link to shoes:  [x]They are Jeremy Scott, made by adidas, and they come in many colors, and a couple different styles (lace-up sneaker style too).

(fixed link, sorry!)

Found another shop that has them: [x]

want!

I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED

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Musings

I don’t usually post stuff from my own mind, but here it goes.

I really want friends. I really want to go out and do different things with people. I want to be involved and meet people: thus ending with having new friends…maybe even some people I can become genuinely close to.

But it is so hard. 

I want to be excepted, but i’m scared of rejection. I’m afraid of not being interesting enough; eventually the person who i’m talking to walks away in search of someone who is exciting.

I’m afraid of the conversation ending or taking an awkward silence type of route. Then there is me panicking internally, trying to find something noteworthy to say.

Then there is always the afterwards: me dwelling on thoughts like “did that sound stupid?” or “did I say the right/wrong thing?” These thoughts haunt me for hours…usually keeping me up at night. 

Of course, if I have to see the person/s again, what in the hell to I say? Do they want to talk to me again? Should I try and be friendly once more? 

I wish that people would understand that being social is difficult and i’m more than sure that I”m not the only one who feels this way.

At least I hope I’m not the only one…

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