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Fear not, y'all! Still here, just now with more chronic anxiety and big cats than ever before!

#about me #url shenanigans #aaacinonyx

blckgirlacid

I need my weird alone time or I will explode

platypusesforarms

Whirlpools in the Indonesian Throughflow 🌏 Asia S1E01 "Beneath the Waves"

The Indonesian Throughflow sweeps through Borneo and Sulawesi, and into the Flores Sea, where it hits Indonesia's Lesser Sunda Islands. Here, water is forced between the islands at a rate of 15 billion litres a second. This produces some of the world's most intense currents and whirlpools.

#yoooooo #the deep

1five1two

Carved ripples on granite. Shen Lieyi.

#shen lieyi #this is cool as hell #sweet ass art

cosmonautroger

Cassini, Dione Moon, Saturn Planet

#many moons

bebemoon

the crushing ocean depths are unfathomable TO YOU. i live there though.

valtsv

i've had enough of being so brave about it i want to start screaming

convelocity

Fangs out for another ride around the sun

Grab prints here or here

#convelocity #this is absolutely gorgeous #hear me roar

titsay

#titsay

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Anne Kelley

#anne kelley #sweet ass art

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.

Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.