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Hidup Mahasiswa!: File Extention Explained

kesel bgt bacanya hahahaha

fuckyeahmahasiswa:

.odt → oh dalemnya teks

.skp / .max → suka kurang persis / makenya agak xpert

.wmv → waduh mungkin video

.apk → aplikasi palingan krekan

.xls → nyata liatx sumpek

.pas → pake algoritma siapapun

.avi → awas video intim

.html → himpunan teks membentuk laman

.bat → buat apalah…

(Source: t.co)

nightghosts:

City stream by Coolbiere. A.

nightghosts:

City stream by Coolbiere. A.

sweethomestyle:

notesondesign
lizardking90:

Aunt Rosie
Photograph by Bill Garvin, courtesy Homosassa Springs Wildlife State Park
Affectionately called Aunt Rosie (pictured on the left) by keepers at Homosassa Springs Wildlife State Park in Florida, this manatee has taken more than 20 young ones under her flipper, whether they were orphans or simply in need of a babysitter.
-National Geographic

lizardking90:

Aunt Rosie

Photograph by Bill Garvin, courtesy Homosassa Springs Wildlife State Park

Affectionately called Aunt Rosie (pictured on the left) by keepers at Homosassa Springs Wildlife State Park in Florida, this manatee has taken more than 20 young ones under her flipper, whether they were orphans or simply in need of a babysitter.

-National Geographic

(via theanimalblog)

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

Louis de Bernières, Corelli’s Mandolin