Check out my game for noise jam
mournful perceptions
it's a quick 100 word read accompanied by visuals and audio to softly drown out the weights of past and future enjoy <3
Jules of Nature
$LAYYYTER
KIROKAZE
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

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JVL
Three Goblin Art
tumblr dot com

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
todays bird
DEAR READER
ojovivo
art blog(derogatory)

Kiana Khansmith
Not today Justin
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Keni

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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@aenthroppe
Check out my game for noise jam
mournful perceptions
it's a quick 100 word read accompanied by visuals and audio to softly drown out the weights of past and future enjoy <3
Trans guy rat named Jaye(Hitch's first crush)
more black tboys with drip
(also Hitch, he kinda has a type he crushes on)
some backstory with Jaye is that he's very well respected among his peers although most of them don't know he's trans and he rather keeps it to himself. Hitch is the only one who knows because he trusts Hitch.
doodles of these girlthings
Why are people now saying "LARP" when they mean "poser". It's confusing.
Everyone is always parroting The Buzzword Of The Month without actually knowing what it means or where it comes from, make it stop
Kinda like how "POV" went from "(implied first person) Point Of View" to "there is a video"
some neat oscilloscope patterns for the soul
Its winsday
Dont even think about losing
today i just (remembers to maintain privacy online) did something really cool. you have to trust me
Worthy
Worthy
EXTREMELY worthy
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
I’m not worth the cost of a watch.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.
gyahaha sorry kid, but we're looking for someone a little more [finding out you don't actually want to join the Peerage of the Carnivore Sun] wait why
[pulling back my sagely hood to reveal a second sagely hood] we've got knowledge [pulling the second hood back and an ostentatious wizard's hat decompresses before unfurling] and secrets [removing hat to reveal the skull] calavera [lifting skull to reveal smaller skull] calaverita
if you're not 26 years old right now you will be soon
But I just turned 30.....please......dont make me go back there......
i'm sorry there's nothing we can do about it
Finally. Gay weather.
Prideful Awooing
Sandra Cisneros, from Loose Woman: Poems; "I Am on My Way to Oklahoma to Bury the Man I Nearly Left My Husband For"
here's where to find it on windows 10
Ugh, it was in mine. It's off now.
IT GETS WORSE
I had to turn this off, but it's something that allows Windows and anyone using your device to generate text/images.
LOBOTOMIZE YOUR MACHINES