Soon you will be found

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Canada’s rainbow money

Fun fact for Americans: our money is technically made of plastic and they won’t get wet/gross when you accidentally wash them, and you also can’t rip any bills.

Everybody is in love with canadian money, the thing is who isn’t? 

The funniest thing ever is to see canadians try to use american money. One of my friends asked me “HOW DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHICH ONE IS WHICH?! THEY’RE ALL THE SAME COLOR!”

its called reading the numbers

americans learn at an early age to differentiate between the faces of old white men

Why is the queen of England on Canadian money?

Because England basically raised Canada until we were old enough to make our own decisions.

America left home super early

and made bad life choices as a result.

Bruh

I love this

versacegravy:

happyheretic:

metamaterials:

canadiansoccergirl:

fantasticarepickles:

dayoftheknight:

hetahomestuckgirl:

wynterwillow:

everythingaboutstacy:

durianseeds:

Canada’s rainbow money

Fun fact for Americans: our money is technically made of plastic and they won’t get wet/gross when you accidentally wash them, and you also can’t rip any bills.

Everybody is in love with canadian money, the thing is who isn’t? 

The funniest thing ever is to see canadians try to use american money. One of my friends asked me “HOW DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHICH ONE IS WHICH?! THEY’RE ALL THE SAME COLOR!”

its called reading the numbers

americans learn at an early age to differentiate between the faces of old white men

Why is the queen of England on Canadian money?

Because England basically raised Canada until we were old enough to make our own decisions.

America left home super early

and made bad life choices as a result.

Bruh

I love this

(Quelle: xweevee, via bigm4c)

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And under here, Hedwig”—Harry pulled open a door under the stairs—“is where I used to sleep; You never knew me then— Blimey, it’s small, I’d forgotten… .” 
Harry looked around at the stacked shoes and umbrellas, remembering how he used to wake every morning looking up at the underside of the staircase, which was more often than not adorned with a spider or two. Those had been the days before he had known anything about his true identity; before he had found out how his parents had died or why such strange things often happened around him. But Harry could still remember the dreams that had dogged him, even in those days: confused dreams involving flashes of green light and once—Uncle Vernon had nearly crashed the car when Harry had recounted it—a flying motorbike..

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