It's actually a whole lot of work being the world's most beautifulest special princess who has huge tits and is always right but i try not 2 complain

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It's actually a whole lot of work being the world's most beautifulest special princess who has huge tits and is always right but i try not 2 complain
Pale headed rosella
Depeche Mode – Enjoy the Silence (1990) dir. Anton Corbijn
More fluffed up winter birds - a great tit, a blackbird and a robin.
No time for fluffing up - a woodpecker and a blue tit.
My father is a classic layabout lazy bastard. He's the guy that people try to stereotype people on benefits as when they call them "dole bludgers". Sits in a filthy house all day whining that his wife won't clean it up, gets a great idea for a new business every few months and gives up after two weeks when it becomes clear that starting a business is hard, does everything he can to avoid doing a single scrap of work in life, uselessly drags his feet when the government forces him to actually do some.
Or at least, he was, until about three years ago, when he was sent off to do mandatory Work for the Dole at a volunteer organisation. He'd done a lot of Work for the Dole in the past, of course, and like most people who are forced to do a shitty job under the threat of starvation, was neither enthusiastic nor particularly useful. But in this particular place, he was given a job that he could do better than anyone else (he was one of 2 men working with a legion of elderly women, and the only person able to easily haul around the heavy goods that the organisation works with). He quickly found himself with a job he could understand, he could see the clear utility in, and that his coworkers greatly valued him for. He started arriving on time every day, putting in the effort, getting shit done. He started caring about the results. And when his Work for the Dole time was up, he kept volunteering.
He's one of two people paid to work in that warehouse now (the other person being the manager), and he's a lynchpin of activity there, their sole regular and reliable source of physical labour. When he takes holidays, they have to plan around it, because his consistent hard work has become such a critical asset to their work. And he's not taking nearly as many holidays as he should -- he works extra unpaid hours, lifts loads that are somewhat heavier than he should be lifting, shoulders the work of others when they need breaks, and we all have to urge him to take more days off for his health since he's not a young man any more. For my entire life this man has been a pile of old mud in the shape of a human, and the instant he found a job that fulfils his needs, he won't fucking stop. He's gonna die in that warehouse and die happy.
why does it take SO much energy to keep your house only sort of clean
Hate the stomach's occasional tendency to respond to hunger with nausea. Like babygirl you are NOT helping your case right now by threatening to push the emergency "eject all food now" button!!!
Early taskmaster prize tasks: most flamboyant clock
Current taskmaster prize tasks: the thing whose appeareance on a dream would have you waking up in a cold sweat but it sounds silly when you say it with one missing vowel
Early taskmaster prize task prizes: these are the deeds to my house and my wife has promised that if I don't win them back she will divorce me take the kids and kill my mother
Current taskmaster prize task prizes: alex-sized dog collar
i think its funny how if you imagine something scary enough your brain starts treating it like its real and out to get you. its really cool and not annoying at all
someone: i made up a guy called the Scary Getter! He's real spooky when he tries to getter you!
me: wow thats scary.....the Scary Getter.....what if hes real....what if he getters me???
gonna start reblogging this every time i start worrying about about the Scary Getter
we need to find the beating heart of The Job Market and we need to plunge a holy gleaming blade into it. its the only way to be free
a graph based on my observations
I would like to apply a Dolly Parton quote to this most excellent graph.
YES.
Nine Inch Snails
Ok so I just learned something