change does not come from a place of comfort
I find pennies and nickels in my couch all the time, so I don’t know what you are talking about
Stranger Things
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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trying on a metaphor

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shark vs the universe
hello vonnie
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One Nice Bug Per Day
$LAYYYTER

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@anjael
change does not come from a place of comfort
I find pennies and nickels in my couch all the time, so I don’t know what you are talking about
The other day I was surfing the internet and I found this specialized painting colour wheel, it shows how real paint colours relate to each other.
Outside: the purest/brightest colours.
Inside: naturally muted or earthy colors, like browns and ochres.
The Center: dark neutral tones used for mixing shadows.
The Lines: the lines connect colors that are opposites, if you mix them you neutralize the tone creating clean grays or browns instead of muddy puddles.
I want to share this with you because I think it is really illustrative!
Reference: “Quiller Wheel” by Stephen Quiller
Never have I seen the perfect application of two memes back to back so that both can stand without any alteration but the lack of words itself. This is a work of art. I would call this meme poetry.
may I add a K. H. Borovský with a. um. wasp nest
I love when people ask "how did you learn this skill?" I just started, there's no secret. that's it. a vast majority of the time the only thing holding you back is your trepidation to start.
You don't get better at things by avoiding the things. You have to do them.
People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter
[The artist, putting a simple cake next to a much fancier one: “Aw man, that guy’s cake is way better than mine.” The Audience, gleefully holding up a knife and fork “HOLY SHIT! TWO CAKES!”]
additions from the og artist (credit)
“Holy shit two cakes,” I mutter to myself as I do fucking anything these days, this post was a godsend
I know it’s not July yet, but guys, happy 10 years of “two cakes”. This post on god has been a godsend not only as a writer myself but as a friend of artists and writers who I love to encourage. This was legitimately a game-changer.
OP thank you so much for this.
No one knows if finishing a drawing is possible
"Was this book good or was I deeply 19 when I read it:" an investigative journalism series
“Was this book bad or was I simply lacking enough life experience to appreciate the narrative when I read it” : an award-winning followup
I held him, crouching there in the snow, while he died. They let me do that.
the girls are fightingggggg [readjusts my glasses, squinting] by god… it appears i was mistaken. they're…my goodness…by god
stop scrolling this is a carpal tunnel checkpoint
doesn't that feel better? ok you can keep scrolling
your muscles being pleasantly sore after exercise is such a nice incentive I can see why they patched that in. the forced regular logins to avoid losing progress however are a predatory practice and deserve nothing but scorn.
the english language is truly a wonder
all hail william the werewolf, proto-enby
Diversity win! The werewolf in your village goes by þei
is tesco feeling ok
This is like a lazily rendered level from a ps1 game.
every hoohoohahah hahahoo
and every time we kiss I swear I could fly
this email couldve been a meeting where we stand on seven tall pillars with our faces in shadow
ppl in the age of cell phones: fucking up their necks
ppl in the age of books: fucking up their necks
ppl in the age of textile art: fucking up their necks
ppl in the age of picking lice: fucking up their necks
ppl in the age of cooking: fucking up their necks
in the age of keyboards: carpel tunnel
in the age of writing by hand: carpel tunnel
in the age of squeezing water out of wet clothes after cleaning them by hand: carpel tunnel
in the age of using hand-sized stone tools: carpel tunnel
#besties i am starting to think the human skeletal system might just be trash (via @cicerfics)
you are not wrong bestie
in the Pleistocene age when humankind first began to walk upright: knee problems