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"i swear on my life" bitch you keep dying swear on something else
-Leonard to Klein, probably
he has the ultimate power
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In honor of the events of tonight's episode
a customer just came in and ordered a flat white with six (6) shots in it. for clarity thats like.. a full cup of espresso with maybe an inch of milk sitting on top. this mf is trying to meet the hat man
same guy came back yesterday. same order. i said, "ah, entering the shadowlands again, i see." he asked me to explain this remark to him. i did so to the best of my ability. he returned again today and said, "i'll have another shadowlands please, extra hot." think i might have started something
A mark on your forehead identifies the god you must worship to stay alive, usually by joining its local church or temple. Your mark is unknown, meaning an old, forgotten god sponsored you. To survive, you must either find an old temple to worship at, or do the arduous task of building a new one
Nobody in your small coastal village has ever seen the Godmark that you were born with. It’s a dark russet sequence of criss-crossing lines, with a vertical arrowhead on the left and a circle on the right, just over where your brow meets your temple. Some of the traders who come down from the mountain say it looks like one of the scripts used in the hinterlands, but not a language that any of them recognize.
“If she’s got the temperament for it, she should try her luck inland,” they advise. “No point her starting a temple here if she’d find her people elsewhere, with a little searching.”
At first, your parents are reluctant to send you away. Though you’re well-behaved and diligent in your chores, you’re a sickly child with no God to worship. And besides, you’ve always been the dreamy type–inclined to lose track of time watching the path of rain droplets chasing down the window, or the fronds of an anemone as it sways in a rock pool.
Instead, they send you to the temple of the Storm to learn all you’ll need for your own God. You are happy there, for a time: making up beds and serving food to the castaways who pass through, keeping vigil at the lighthouse, burning incense and praying with the loyal widows and orphans of the drowned.
One such widow, an old, old lady, touches the mark on your forehead. “I recognise those letters. We wrote this way in the town where I grew up, way off past the mountains.”
Your heartbeat quickens. “What does it say!?”
She squints, eyes engulfed by wrinkles and hidden behind smudged glass. “A… Ar… Oh, I can’t remember how to speak it. I left before I learnt my letters properly. There was a war, you know. But I remember,” she says, mistily, “the most beautiful pink and white flowers used to grow, on the borders of the wheat fields…”
You try to ask more questions, but remembering the war distresses her, and so you speak of other things. When she’s drifted off to sleep, you get to your feet, go home and tell your parents: you are leaving in search of your God.
sometimes i say things on twitter and then make a little graph about it
A chibi quad bun bun I made for the white elephant gift swap at work, and a celestial Sway Kitty that a coworker commissioned. 🥰
honestly i was obsessed with LC for this (before my time as @teamlynda)
Worth noting: Ms Carter isn't Jewish, but her husband is, her kids are, and her dress designer, Zac Posen, is. She proved here that "ally" is a verb, not a title.
how am i supposed to use any other social media site. which other site has a userbase so commited to the bit that a nonexistent movie can trend at no1
“we could burn it all down.”
that one scene from goncharov before they get on the train huh….
we made the new york times guys good work
Color has been disappearing from the world.
A new research group used machine learning to track color changes in common materials and items, below is their findings for all color changes over time, they used 7000+ items from the 1800s to now to determine color changes in the most common items.
Below are the colors of cars by year, notice how the majority of cars are grey, white, or black compared to twenty years ago.
These aren't data points, but they are comparisons between the 'modern' homes of the 70s and 80s compared to the modern homes of today.
Carpets have equally had the same treatment of grey added to them! The most common color of carpet is now grey or beige.
Even locations that used to scream with color for decades have now modernized to becoming boring minimalist (and I love minimalism) personality-less locations.
The world is becoming colorless, why?
source paper
The cat’s like WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU BRING HOME
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I relate on a spiritual level with the absolute fury in that cat’s face in the last gif
No no no, that is not an angry cat, that is a patient cat!!! Look at that relaxed body language! That cat is letting that puppy chew on its ear–I guarantee you it does NOT have to put up with that. Puppo’s excited paws are flailing all over kitty’s face yet all we get is a patient slow blink??? No thrashing tail, either, please note.
This is not an angry kitty. This is a VERY GOOD KITTY who is being super duper patient with a very young pupper and has probably been around puppies all its life. A Very Good Cat indeed!!!