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Faux Gilded
Happiness is the only virtue.
Being a teenager comes with... →
Eating everything in sight
Being randomly horny
Being bored as shit in the middle of the day
Being addicted to the internet
Not doing your homework till the last possible minute, then stressing about it
And just plain not giving a damn about a lot of things…
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National Doughnut Day started in 1938 when it was created by the Salvation Army to honor the women who served doughnuts to the soldiers during World War I. Doughnuts were back on the front lines in World War II.
Elizabeth A. Richardson, the woman on the left in this photograph, is standing in front of her Clubmobile, a single-decker bus fitted with coffee and doughnut-making equipment that drove around the England, bringing cheer to the soldiers stationed there. “I consider myself fortunate to be in Clubmobile—can’t conceive of anything else,” she wrote to her parents in World War II.
But like many of the young men she served doughnuts to, Elizabeth did not return home. She was killed in plane crash in July 25, 1945, and is buried in the American Cemetery in Normandy. You can read more about her story in this Prologue magazine article: http://go.usa.gov/d4k
[Image: Liz Richardson (left) and Mary Haynsworth with smiling GIs in front of their Clubmobile in Normandy. Liz sent the snapshot to her parents on June 4, 1945, noting that the “blur” in her left hand “is a doughnut. And it’s just as well that it wasn’t photogenic.” (Courtesy of James H. Madison)]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4xw1pgVYg1r5j9hco1_1280.jpg)
National Doughnut Day started in 1938 when it was created by the Salvation Army to honor the women who served doughnuts to the soldiers during World War I. Doughnuts were back on the front lines in World War II.
Elizabeth A. Richardson, the woman on the left in this photograph, is standing in front of her Clubmobile, a single-decker bus fitted with coffee and doughnut-making equipment that drove around the England, bringing cheer to the soldiers stationed there. “I consider myself fortunate to be in Clubmobile—can’t conceive of anything else,” she wrote to her parents in World War II.
But like many of the young men she served doughnuts to, Elizabeth did not return home. She was killed in plane crash in July 25, 1945, and is buried in the American Cemetery in Normandy. You can read more about her story in this Prologue magazine article: http://go.usa.gov/d4k
[Image: Liz Richardson (left) and Mary Haynsworth with smiling GIs in front of their Clubmobile in Normandy. Liz sent the snapshot to her parents on June 4, 1945, noting that the “blur” in her left hand “is a doughnut. And it’s just as well that it wasn’t photogenic.” (Courtesy of James H. Madison)]
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tonystarkandwouldyoulikeadrink:
in which Tony Stark realises that he and Loki are basically the same person
“…Verdammter Penner.”
I laughed so hard at this part and noone else in the goddamned cinema got it. Ugh… I want my private cinema.
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my childhood.
Drake: You calling me a liar?!
Josh: I ain't calling you a truther!
Josh: You want a mouth full of fist?!
Drake: You want a butt full of foot?!
Josh: I hope you go bald!
Drake: I hope they cancel Oprah!
Josh: *GASP* You take that back!
