date sweet men. men who can articulate themselves. men who are soft spoken. men who are patient with you. men who respect their own bodies. men who are kind to your soul. men that are gentle. men who have self control.

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date sweet men. men who can articulate themselves. men who are soft spoken. men who are patient with you. men who respect their own bodies. men who are kind to your soul. men that are gentle. men who have self control.
I just want…..someone to be so utterly enamored by me in every way?? but I don’t want to be romanticized. I want to be fully understood on every level. to be seen as fundamentally whole. I want security and respect and I want the freedom to still be me. I don’t want sacrifice tbh….I think it’s overrated… I just want to coexist. not two halves that complete each other but two wholes that compliment one another….and I don’t think that is asking for too much
it’s been six years since I wrote this post. at that time I was frustrated and I wasn’t sure if this even existed but these were the only parameters under which I could see myself ever being in a relationship. at this point in my life I can definitively say that it’s absolutely not asking for too much. some people you come across will certainly make you feel as though it is, but others will make you realize that nothing is too much to ask for
Yo I feel like the idea that the only historical women who counted are the ones who defied society and took on the traditionally male roles is… not actually that feminist. It IS important that women throughout history were warriors and strategists and politicians and businesswomen, but so many of us were “lowly” weavers and bakers and wives and mothers and I feel like dismissing THOSE roles dismisses so many of our mothers and grandmothers and great-grandmothers and the shit they did to support our civilization with so little thanks or recognition.
YES. This is such an important point. Those ‘girly’ girls doing their embroidery and quilting bees and grass braiding were vital parts of every domestic economy that has ever existed.
This is precisely what chaps my hide so badly about the misuse of the quote “Well-behaved women seldom make history,” because this is precisely what the author was actually trying to say.
Laurel Thatcher Ulrich is a domestic historian who developed new methodologies to study well-behaved women because they were
1) so vital, and
2) their lives were rarely recorded in the usual old sources.
“Hoping for an eternal crown, they never asked to be remembered on earth. And they haven’t been. Well-behaved women seldom make history; against Antinomians and witches, these pious matrons have had little chance at all. Most historians, considering the domestic by definition irrelevant, have simply assumed the pervasiveness of similar attitudes in the seventeenth century.”
Original article: “Vertuous Women Found: New England Ministerial Literature, 1668-1735” (pdf download from Harvard)
People without medical training don’t know what they don’t know. You can have an exceptional amount of knowledge about specific things, especially conditions that affect you, but you do not understand the underlying mechanisms and interplay of different systems. You just can’t. I studied my ass off for seven years and spent the whole goddamn time doing reading and homework and practice and listening to lectures and watching videos, and I’m only DIMLY aware of how much I don’t know. And this is after my master’s in experimental psych and years working in research.
-How does an antidepressant work?
-What is normal flora for the vagina?
-What should blood pressure be?
You may think you know the answer to one or more of those questions. You might think it’s easy, or you might think it’s hard. You’d be wrong. No one knows the answers to any of those—not really. We have an absurd amount of knowledge about these subjects that takes years of education to even have the background to understand, and we don’t know. We’ve done research for decades on these questions. Very smart people have spent a lot of money and time on these questions. We. Don’t. Know. We have simplistic answers we give kids and surgeons, but we don’t actually know any of those things.
And that’s just the barest tip of the iceberg of what we don’t know. Modern medicine knows more than we ever have before by unbelievable orders of magnitude. And we know so little it’s like standing on the loneliest atoll in the ocean, staring out at the vast seas of our ignorance.
Umrao Jaan (2006)
ياسيدى ع الجمال والرقه
as a surgeon, it’s always funny to see either of the two popular posts about william halsted that have been going around. no one seems to connect “halsted who invented surgical gloves for his wife” with “halsted who did a lot of cocaine and decided surgical residents should work inhumane hours”
he did in fact invent surgical gloves for one of his nurses, who he later married. in a time when few doctors had embraced the concept of germ theory, he was a great believer in sterility and cleanliness in his operating room, and the chemicals he used as disinfectants (like carbolic acid) were not very gentle on the skin. when he worked at bellevue hospital in new york, he had a tent constructed on the lawn because he didn’t want to share OR space with surgeons who didn’t wash their hands or their instruments
he was also addicted to cocaine, an addiction that started when german scientists suggested it could be used as a local anesthetic. he felt it was his duty to try the drug before giving it to anyone else. he also believed that residents could only achieve adequate training by working basically all the time, and, well, cocaine is certainly one way to keep yourself awake
‘Children of Shatila’ (Lebanon, 1998) film by Mai Masri. In this scene the youth of the Palestinian refugee camp interview an elder with a video camera.
murderers are so embarrassing like how does a grown ass adult have so much free time on their hands that theyre out killing and attacking people…. dont you have like a job or something 😕 idk just like pick a cuter hobby
if i got attacked by a serial killer i would feel so embarrassed for them like thats so sad. youre like obsessed or something dont you have anything else to do
If you have a belly dancer at your wedding I'm sorry but I automatically think your husband is trash
i can’t relate to people who bitch about reddit. name one other website where you’ll get subjected to such an assortment of guys
currently reading a comment on a finance sub where someone is explaining that his financial strategy is to live on three serves of aldi peanut butter toast a day and calls oven baked chips “a luxury”
you are literally on tumblr
if you think tumblr guys are in any way on the same level as reddit guys I can’t help you. tumblr guys are all fake cryptic edgy cannibalism jokes trying so hard to seem weird and eccentric but reddit guys will use their whole chest to say anyone claiming to like salmon is doing it for clout. radically different ecosystems
id like your take on twitter then
i think everyone on twitter should die
no more recovery im going to walk into the ocean and turn into sea foam
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Dear Med Students,
I am an autistic adult. In light of several terrible doctor's appointments in a row, it's become clear that they teach you all absolutely nothing about autism. Here are some things you need to know.
I am not a child. Do not use your baby voice on an adult, regardless of whether or not they have a developmental disability.
I know when someone's dismissing me. We pick up on nonanswers like "we'll cross that bridge when we get there" very easily, because we depend on concrete answers for peace of mind.
I know what my own sexual orientation is.
I understand more than I can express to you. There is a substantial gap between what I am capable of understanding and what I can get back out of my mouth in a way that makes sense to neurotypical people.
Pain scales mean nothing to me. It's like asking me to count backwards in Sumerian. You are asking me to apply an arbitrary scale to an abstract feeling that I may experience atypically because of my whacked-out sensory system. Ask me questions about what the pain prevents me from doing instead.
My sensory system is different than yours. I cannot tell what is "normal" bodily sensation and what is not. My body interprets many inputs, like loud noises, as pain. On the other hand, I may have almost no sense of where my body is in space at a given moment. If you had to differentiate all that from a symptom of another medical condition, you'd be confused and inarticulate too.
“I’m beginning to recognise that real happiness isn’t something large and looming on the horizon ahead but something small, numerous and already here. The smile of someone you love. A decent breakfast. The warm sunset. Your little everyday joys all lined up in a row.”
— Beau Taplin