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“Bliss” was taken in January 1996 while driving through California’s napa and sonoma counties.
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the most viewed image in the world is ‘bliss’ by Charles o’rear (1941). It was featured as a default windows xp background.
“Bliss” was taken in January 1996 while driving through California’s napa and sonoma counties.
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Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.
Now you can understand how it sounds when i hear any siren
tornado sirens normally: 📢⚠️🌪 THERES A TORNADO 📢💥❗️
these tornado sirens: 💫🌸✨ there's a tornado 🥰 🌈🌱
✨😻💖🎶four tornadoes 🎶💖😻✨
Okay we don't get tornadoes in Wales so I am admittedly unsure of the etiquette but if four of the fuckers are going off simultaneously should he not be staying in a house right now
Tornados move fast and are erratic
it's best to get in a storm cellar or the most internal room of your house
So... not wandering around outside making a Tiktok of the pretty sound?
Categories of answers I have received to this question:
It's probably just Wednesday
It's probably a test (context clues suggest these two answers are related)
Yeah but you have to go outside to see the pretty clouds first
It's fine, the tornado is probably the other side of the town
Mid-westerners have no self-preservation instincts and like to watch the houses fly past
Thank you to everyone who submitted this data for my analysis, my conclusion is that I don't understand America
MURICA YEAH
trans-humanish:
So fun fact, Midwestern USAmericans are seemingly uniquely habituated to tornadoes because their region is literally the most tornadoed place on earth by far.
Another website says that 75% of the Earth's tornadoes are in the United States. I have no idea why this is the case.
Apayauq Reitan, the first trans women to run Iditarod, finishes last and wins the “Committed Through the Last Mile” award. The award, given by Lynden, honors Apayauq for her perseverance and commitment to finish the race through unexpected challenges. The last half of the pack of those running Iditarod faced sudden and extreme weather that caused many competitors to have to scratch and be rescued by race officials.
Apayauq had seven dogs in harness at the time of her finish and although this was not her rookie Iditarod, this was her first one she ran out and proud as an Indigenous trans women.
[tweet from Apayauq which says:
Defeating the “biological advantage of trans women” narrative by being literally the slowest musher to finish the Iditarod this year 😂😂😂]
Withdrawing from school was probably one of the best individual decisions i've ever made in my life, for reasons too numerous to list here, but I have obtained vital wisdom that I will share here:
Log off and talk to old people
Your brain is being microwaved by exposure to almost exclusively under-30s who don't get outside very much. There's nothing inherently wrong with being young or indoors, but it's really starting to click for me that your 20's are a garbage fire, and no one in their 20's knows shit (including me). We are all just so unfinished and terrified and confused.
You need role models that are older than you. If your role models are all your age you're admiring a lot of people that have fewer challenges than you, and not very many people that used to be like you and bloomed.
It won't click for you until you make friends with "boomers" who are the most blisteringly self-actualized people you've ever seen, actively involved in their communities, cool and thoughtful and full of stories, and 80% of the things that seem important to you burn away. You Will Be Okay.
Let me tell you a secret: The bigger part of the fight for good in this wretched world is invisible to the internet, rippling past without surfacing on Twitter or Instagram.
I'm organizing right now to launch a "re-wilding" project around my hometown, and joining forces with a lady who runs a native plant giveaway sort of thing, and she [coolest person ever] [gives off the powerful aura of a level 999 human] doesn't have a cell phone let alone the internet
I'm here to tell you that there are a billion awesome things in your community for you to join with, and it seems to you like they don't exist, simply because the people that run them don't know how to social media
f.f.f. (farmer family friend) is the president of the farmers market in his hometown and they have a facebook page and that's basically it and i'm like, there are so many farmers markets that 20somethings don't know about, aren't there...
But if you talk to a person like this and say "hey i wanna grow native trees/start a community garden/grow a food forest" chances are you will get pelted with connections to 75 other people who are exactly who you need to talk to
There's a guy who just started where I work who is interested in urban and suburban food forests, and because of my brother's volunteer work, I happen to know that a local food bank is about to buy land to start farming on, and I tell him "Here, here's this guy's number, talk to him he'll be SUPER excited to hear what you have to say" and then I think to myself "Networking? Is this networking? EEEEE!"
And listen...
you, a Young Person, may be ALSO just as vital to these not-as-internet-adept folks who are doing good work, because YOU can get THEM connected to all the folks on the internets and link them to resources THEY can't access
When I meet people who are like “oh how can I DEAL with my very special and personal climate anxiety” and “I’m working very hard to save the world with my bamboo toothbrush* but it doesn’t feel like ENOUGH,” and “how can progress possibly be made,” then it’s like… oh have you met your local eco group? You really need to meet your local eco group. They admittedly spend a certain amount of time doing strange little Extinction Rebellion activities and “bug hotels” but they spend an equal amount of time on repair cafes and fairs/festivals and if you hang out with them it will, regrettably, cure the parts of your brain that have been scorched.
You, personally, individual citizen, are not in any way “rewilding the park” when you dump a seedbomb on the grass where the dogs of the town are explicitly coming to wee because it’s the most accessible grass for the apartment dwellers. That does not, in any way, make any sort of progress. You make progress by following the toddlers clutching small shovels with fierce expressions, old retired people in handwoven shawls, old British men with Hats who Tell You About Concepts, extremely young genderless people apparently in their teens with owlish glasses and large raincoats who are always the Government Ecologist, loud dads in incongruously overengineered boots and possibly hi-vis vests, mothers with an Ergobaby who ask you for tips on gently ending breastfeeding on your toddler, the ENTIRE elderly committee of the allotment, extremely small babies being passed around like teddy bears, and the mayor who is for some reason in full mayoral regalia, who are all Officially Rewilding The Park. And none of these people are even remotely cool. There is no coolness to be found here. You might not have chosen to be friends with them; you might have said “what does a cool twentysomething have in common with a MOM who will talk about her BABY or an OLD MAN IN A HAT or a STICKY CHILD,” but it is actually quite normal for humans to regularly hang out with people of different ages and interests. It is abnormal in the span of human history to not hang out with toddlers and practice graciously accepting the leaves they hand you. These people have leveraged a free donation of 25 native saplings and the full permission of the council to change the unloved-part-of-the-park-where-dogs-don’t-piss-and-kids-don’t-play into a “wild” place whose primary function will admittedly be a place where the park squirrels can hide from said dogs and kids and smoke a quick cigarette in peace, but which also separates the miner bees from the other park users, who keep calling the council and complaining about the “wasps.” An informational signage board about miner bees has been commissioned. Your first job as a Part of the Community Effort to Save The Whole Damn World will to make a quick pass to collect all then especially unsavoury or dangerous trash (condom wrappers, broken glass, suspicious pieces of discarded clothing, godforbid needles, etc) so that the toddlers can litterpick the safe stuff in safety. None of it will be cool at all. It will be a fantastic cure for your climate anxiety or the equivalent. I am not being judgmental or thomas_edison_was_a_witch.jpeg when I say that it is demonstrably better for you and the planet than fighting on social media.
Like if you can learn to tolerate Morris Dancers and their international equivalents, whatever admittedly crunchy and cringey things that people do without shame around you, you do unlock some of the things you’re looking for; elder queer communities exist around you. Eco-groups exist around you. Skill-sharing communities exist around you.
Also, to support @headspace-hotel please see above: photos of a larger-scale cross-county event attended by thousands that wasn’t really advertised at all. Everyone of a certain group of interests simply Knows about it.
"What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you.
Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”
- Excerpt from the 11th episode of Carl Sagan’s 1980s Cosmos series, titled “The Persistence of Memory”
New Year, New Gifs Challenge Day 11: Parallels
Shrek + Film References
the films on the right are all referencing shrek
shades of green in Van Gogh’s paintings
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Pixel Art by FromFable
Brain cells in culture trying to make new connections
“Emotions are not just the fuel that powers the psychological mechanism of a reasoning creature, they are parts, highly complex and messy parts, of this creature’s reasoning itself.” - Martha Nussbaum, Upheavals of Thought
Man: What’s a matter girl, you had a little bit too much corn?
Pig: *very long disgruntled groan which rises in pitch*
Man: Is that a yeah?
Pig: *shorter groan*
Man: Okay. Here I come, I gotta get the intoxicated pig… Look at this pig…
Pig: *quiet snort*
Man: Hey!
Pig: *snort*
Man: Are you messed up, girl?
Pig: *short snort*
Man: Never seen a damn pig… Look at that, that one here’s fine, that one there is fine, this one here is turned belly up
Pig: *snort snort snort snort*
Man: Hey you
Pig: *snort*
Man: Whoa! Whoa! Shit! [Unintelligible] HOWH! Come here girl!
Pig: *grunt grunt grunt*
Man: Holy hell, fuck…I didn’t mean to do that
“Whoa! Woah! Shit The Bed Almighty!” Is my new favorite expletive
Pooh’s Grand Adventure: The Search for Christopher Robin (1997) dir. Karl Geurs
AND YET A TRACE OF THE TRUE SELF EXISTS IN THE FALSE SELF
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Beautiful words, spread it to others who may need it!