A computer is a machine, a phone is a gadget, printers and keyboards are contraptions, mice are gizmos, headphones are doohickeys, and earbuds are doodads.
Xuebing Du
Not today Justin
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Sweet Seals For You, Always
DEAR READER
YOU ARE THE REASON
Mike Driver

Love Begins

Janaina Medeiros

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Three Goblin Art
Jules of Nature
Peter Solarz
trying on a metaphor
Monterey Bay Aquarium
noise dept.
$LAYYYTER
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Stranger Things
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@blessings-incarnate
A computer is a machine, a phone is a gadget, printers and keyboards are contraptions, mice are gizmos, headphones are doohickeys, and earbuds are doodads.
my collection
earlier I was coming back up from skating and one of the starstruck little kids from across the hall asked me, “how are you allowed to drive on the inside?” (referring to the fact that I carefully skate in the hallway and elevator, because swapping shoes on and off for the one-block commute to and from the park is a massive pain in the ass), and I swear to god the dialogue options that flashed up on my heads-up display were
[] Nothing in the lease explicitly says I can’t, and all uncodified rules are merely suggestions
[] I’m probably not, but the only people in this building who are fast enough to actually stop me are the maintenance guys who are all charmed by my kind green eyes and adorable dog
[x] I ate all my vegetables and did my homework so my mom said I’m allowed to do whatever I want
has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing
“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”
happy pride to my favourite post on reddit
I’m really fond of this one hehe :) it was posted on my Patreon @/magpiecrown a month ago, so if you wish to see these comics ahead of time feel free to check it out!
original gorgeous text written by @wizardlyghost can be found here, inspired by the conversation between @radishnt, @mothman-misato, @boimgfrog, @catsnraincoats, @pidoop, and @silverjirachi
thank you @elodieunderglass for unearthing this one!! Seeing the original heritage post kept making me sad I was never able to find the comic.
You’re very welcome!
I know that I have a link to podcasts on manners and etiquette in my pinned post, but if you're interested in listening to podcasts on manners & etiquette, and you're indecisive on which one you want to get started with, I recommend starting with Were You Raised By Wolves?
It's genuinely really funny and interesting, thought provoking, and I like that they don't just teach manners and etiquette, they teach the underlying social intelligence behind manners and etiquette to help listeners gain the skills to figure out on their own what's the best solution to various social situations.
Coyotes trying their damndest to get domesticated
Each of these coyotes trying to comprehend their experience:
lost?
plato's cave: the video game
wore my thigh high boots on a walk today and we had to take a path through some long grass and while everyone else was rolling their pants into their socks and putting on jackets to protect themselves from ticks i was standing there smug as hell in my thigh high leather boots.
a hoe never gets lyme disease
I GOT THE JOB SUMMER IS BACK ON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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It's very sad to think this idea is shocking to someone...
[image: paragraph by an unspecified Tumblr user: "There are legitimately fat activists out there who say you should eat whatever you want whenever you want wherever you want and however much you want."]
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tags by headspace-hotel: #cravings 4 specific foods for me usually mean i need something either mentally or physically #can be hard to interpret when ur surrounded by food that Doesnt Have the nutrients u want #but i dont think ppl need Rules to eat according to unless theres like. a specific reason
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oh right there's probably a reason I'm longing for orange juice. which I can't have without my body hating me, even with multiple antacids, and my throat already feels like I took sandpaper to it, so I guess it's vitC supplement time
Oddly enough, it's only by giving myself the freedom to eat whatever I fancied as often as I wanted that I was able to give up needing to binge eat as a form of self-soothing. I've found if I have sweets or chocolate in the house all the time, I don't need to eat large amounts of them in one go - they're not going to be taken away, I'm not going to be punished for eating them, so I can just have (for example) five red frogs, and stop.
It's only by giving myself the freedom to eat whatever I want when I want, that I learned I actually like eating vegetables, and that I'm partial to snacking on salad veges. While I was dieting, salads were an act of penance for the sin of being hungry. They weren't enjoyable, they couldn't be - they were something you consumed to apologise to the world for taking up space in it.
It's only by giving myself the freedom to eat as much (or as little) of whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it, that I learned I didn't actually want to eat an entire cake in one sitting. That I could be happy with just one piece of toast.
It was only by giving myself the freedom to eat as much as I wanted, of whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it, that I was able to even start to rebuild a functional relationship with food after ten years of weight-loss dieting.
(Oh, and the weight-loss dieting didn't work, same as it still doesn't work for about 95 - 98% of people who try it. I lost weight, sure... but it always found me again, and it brought friends).
my mum went to therapy for binge eating disorder and the main thing she was told that it doesnt matter what you eat or how much of it you eat, what you should do is be eating 6 times a day, every 3 hours or so. breakfast, morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, supper/dessert. by having the freedom to eat whatever she wanted, she could break out of the "good/bad" food cycle, and actually eating regularly on that schedule fixed her fucked up hunger signals and almost immediately she found herself bingeing in the evening WAY less