A(gainst the) Grain

[agrain]

WHATS UP 🤓 U CANDY CANE SUCKIN 💈🍭😜 EGGNOG GUZZLIN 🍆💦🥛😋 HO 💋 HO 💋 HOE 💋👙👠🤤🤶💗

🎄🍆DICKMAS🍆🎄 IS HERE ❄️2️⃣5️⃣🥳🎉🎊 AND U KNO WHAT THAT MEANS... 🙈😂🤩💫

🎼 u better watch out 👀 🎵

🎶 u better not cry 🚫😿 🎵

🎶 better not pout 🚫😾 🎵

🎶 im tellin u why 🗣️🙀 🎵

SANTA CLAUS 🌨🎄🎅🏾 IS 💧CUMMING💧 🦌🛷💨 TO DICK YOU DOWN 🍆💦🤪💓

if u have been NICE 😇😌💞 this year, meet SAINT DICK 🎄🎅🏾🍆 UNDER THE MISTLETOE 👇🏾⬇️🌿 for some CHRISTMAS KISSES 🎄😘☺️🎄 and 💧CUMMIES💧 🤭👗👙👉🏾👌🏾😻💦💝

if u tried to be a GOOD GIRL 🎀🧸👗🥺💕 but acted a bit NAUGHTY 💋👙😉🤭💫 then GET ON UR BACK 😯⤵️🙃♋💯 cuz DADDY CLAUS 🎄😏🎅🏾🍆 is gonna EAT UR COOKIE 😋🥠🍪😽💦 and SLURP U LIKE MILK 😝🤤💦🥛 while u ✨👅TINGLE👅✨ his JINGLE BALLS 🔔🍒😘 and NORTH POLE ⬆️🍆💦😛‼️

but if u have been ❌❌❌TRA NAUGHTY 💋👙👠😏😈 then u better get on ur HANDS 👐🏾🐾🤫 and KNEES 🦵🏾👣🤭.... cuz DADDY ST. DICK 🎄😏🎅🏾😈🍆 will 💧CUM💧 in ur BACK DOOR 😉🔙🚪🍑 and STUFF 👊🏾😮 UR STOCKING 🍑🕳️😧 with his BIG 💥😳 JUICY 🧃🤯 RED-NOSED 💄🥵 REINDEER 🦌🥴 DICK 🍆🚀🍑🕳️💦😵😌☺️💞

( if ur LUCKY 🍀🤞🏾 he might 💧CUM💧 AGAIN 🔁✌🏾 DOWN ↘️⬇️↙️ UR CHIMNEY 🍆💦 💋👄😲🤤😋❣️❣️ )

send 📲 this to 🔟 of ur sluttiest HO 💋 HO 💋 HOEs 💋🤤🤶💗 or else SANTA 🎄🎅🏾 will be giving u COAL ⚫️😱☹️ instead of 💧CUMMIES💧 💦😻💕

get 0️⃣🔙 and u must be a FROSTY GRINCH ❄️🥶🤢💔

get 5️⃣ 🔙 and ur a TASTY TREAT 😋🍰😽💕

get 🔟 🔙 and ur a PEPPERMINT PUSSY PRINCESS 🍬🍭😻👸🏾💗

[everythingfox]

(via)

[fluffygif]

Malamute Pups 😍

[maneth985]

Look at these fluffy balls! 🤩😍🥺

[acakewalkofcrocodiles]

[tiktoksthataregood-ish]

[humansofnewyork]

“I lost a close friend to suicide during my senior year of high school. It was a really dark time for me. I kept thinking that I must have missed something, and that I could have been more supportive. The day after his funeral was particularly hard, so I drove out to the cemetery after school. It was the beginning of March. It was freezing. His grave didn’t even have a headstone yet, but I sat down on the ground and started to cry. After a few minutes I felt a hand on my shoulder. It freaked me out at first, because I’d thought I was alone. But I looked up and saw a man in his eighties. He told me his name was Jack, and asked me if I was OK. And I don’t know why, maybe because he was so much older, but I ended up telling him everything. He listened quietly, then he told me not to blame myself. And that the best way to honor someone was to live your life to the fullest. It was nothing too profound. And it was nothing that I hadn’t heard before. But it was something I needed to hear in that moment. Afterwards Jack told me that his wife Anna was buried at the cemetery. He told me that he visited her every day, and could still feel her presence, and he couldn’t wait to see her again. Then he asked if I’d like to visit her grave. From the way he’d spoken about her, I assumed that Anna had just passed away. But when we arrived at her marker, I saw that she’d been gone for sixteen years. We said our goodbyes, and Jack told me that he’d visit my friend’s grave whenever he stopped by the cemetery. And I promised to do the same for his wife. For years I kept that promise. I’d often find the same bouquet of flowers at both graves, so I knew that Jack was keeping his promise too. After I moved away for college, my trips to the cemetery grew further and further apart. Then a couple of years ago I went for a visit, and I couldn’t find Anna’s grave anywhere. I started to panic. But there were a lot of fall leaves on the ground, and it wasn’t an upright stone. So I thought maybe it was hidden. After a few minutes of searching, I finally found it. In the same place it had always been. Only this time there was a completely new gravestone, and Jack’s name was on it too.”

[dimensao7]

[dreamresponsibly]

bro shut up i’m trying to recall the details of my prophetic dream

[annabelle--cane]

…top ten basira beholding avatar moments?

[humansofnewyork]

“The adoption wouldn’t even have gotten approved today. But Mom wrote a letter to the Chinese government explaining why a quadriplegic man could be a good father, and the application was accepted. I’ve known the story my entire life. Dad got in a bad car accident when he was twenty-four. And Mom met him while working as a nurse in the ICU. She said his calmness was the first thing she noticed. Most people cry when they’re told they’ll never walk again, but Dad was silent. He was like that my entire life. So calm and level-headed. His parenting style was to ‘sit back and watch.’ He had no other choice. He could only guide me with his words. When it was time for me to walk, he just said: ‘Stand up and walk, Princess.’ And I did. He taught me to ride a bike by explaining the physics of it. My problems eventually became more complex, but he was always there in his same way. If I was panicking over a test, he’d bet me a dollar that I could pass it. That became our thing. Whenever I was feeling unsure, he’d bet me a dollar. As my anxiety got worse, he studied psychology. He’d walk me through coping strategies. He’d say things like: ‘Are you catastrophizing this?’, ‘Have you ever failed a class before?’, ‘What evidence do you have that this time will be different?’ I hated being the emotional one. I never wanted him to feel like the reason I was messed up. If he could handle being a quadriplegic, why couldn’t I cope with being the daughter of one? But it was so hard. From a young age, I had to help him with so much. And I was such a shy kid. I looked different than everyone else. It was a lot of stress. But he did everything he could for me. In the only way he knew how, by encouraging me, and believing in me. He started getting really sick in August of 2017. It was some kind of cancer, but we didn’t even get it checked. Because we knew he couldn’t survive the chemo. I sat at the foot of his bed during his final days, filling out my law school applications. Of course I was panicking. I was convinced that I wouldn’t get accepted anywhere. But he kept reassuring me. And he was right. Even if he didn’t live to see the results, he knew. ‘I’ll bet you a dollar,’ he told me.”

[botanyshitposts]

pineapple on pizza lovers: pineapple on pizza is good

pineapple on pizza haters: pineapple on pizza sucks

pachycereus weberi (40 ton cactus): 

[riverwindphotography]

Streamside Wildflowers, Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming: © riverwindphotography, August 2020

[catadromously]

emo about lichens again

[vital-information]

I told Miyazaki I love the “gratuitous motion” in his films; instead of every movement being dictated by the story, sometimes people will just sit for a moment, or they will sigh, or look in a running stream, or do something extra, not to advance the story but only to give the sense of time and place and who they are.

“We have a word for that in Japanese,” he said. “It’s called ma. Emptiness. It’s there intentionally.”

Is that like the “pillow words” that separate phrases in Japanese poetry?

“I don’t think it’s like the pillow word.” He clapped his hands three or four times. “The time in between my clapping is ma. If you just have non-stop action with no breathing space at all, it’s just busyness, But if you take a moment, then the tension building in the film can grow into a wider dimension. If you just have constant tension at 80 degrees all the time you just get numb.”

Which helps explain why Miyazaki’s films are more absorbing and involving than the frantic cheerful action in a lot of American animation. I asked him to explain that a little more.

“The people who make the movies are scared of silence, so they want to paper and plaster it over,” he said. “They’re worried that the audience will get bored. They might go up and get some popcorn.

But just because it’s 80 percent intense all the time doesn’t mean the kids are going to bless you with their concentration. What really matters is the underlying emotions–that you never let go of those.

— Roger Ebert in conversation with Hiyao Miyazaki

[leeskic]

❤️❤️❤️

[vintage-michigan]

Waiting room, Detroit, Michigan, John G. Zimmerman, 1954

[6thsensical]

“Patience is the calm acceptance that things can happen in a different order than the one you have in mind.”__David G. Allen

[6thsensical]

With considerable reluctance, Erich finally submits to being photographed beside his ping pong toss joint. Hanover County, Virginia. September, 2019.

"The photograph is literally an emanation of the referent. From a real body, which was there, proceed radiations which ultimately touch me, who am here; the duration of the transmission is insignificant; the photograph of the missing being, as Sontag says, will touch me like the delayed rays of a star."__Roland Barthes

[snekromancy]

[dollopheadedmerlin]

This is it. This is the entire pet care experience in one video

[pipebomb-malewife-deactivated20]

DENNIS NOT THE LIGHT

NONONONO