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Onions are leaves on a modified stem
End of 2nd week of our online classes, and I'm finding it quite hard to manage my time.
I can't find that much time to fully immerse myself in reading non-school related texts and books; but I guess I don't mind it that much. I like our subjects and the strand I take. The topics are more advanced, if not completely different from my junior high years, and I'm liking the challenge that our modules impose
My aesthetic: when you take off your glasses on a highway and all the lights go soft and smudged, a trail of amber behind you like a quiet afterthought
My aesthetic: keeping my own glasses on so I can see the road and not die
Im so sorry youve been trapped in the passenger seat all these years Yellow.
GOD PLEASE LET ME OUT I MISS MY FAMILY
reblog to save a life
Rest in peace to the good person I could have been if I wasn't emotionally damaged.
Woke up a little late and with no motivation for class today. The skies are gray and cloudy, with light rain pouring down.
My mental health seems to be in a no good position, but it gets a bit better as the day progresses.
My classes just ended, and even though I couldn't take notes that much, I still managed to learn and participate.
So a while back I won a cheap eBay auction listing for a collection of love letters from the first world war.
They arrived today, and...the listing was WAY more than I expected for the price I won it for. There's over 100, and they're not just from WWI, but from 1906 (earliest I've found so far) through to 1915.
Charlie writes to his girlfriend, Gertrude. This is the most beautiful, lovesick stuff I've ever read. He sends her so many letters, sometimes twice a day, and lots of poems. He seems to have been an artist, as he talks a lot about small exhibitions of his stuff, and included a flyer for one. He also talks about how her parents don't approve of them and how he's desperately awaiting the day they'll be married.
I haven't found the latest of the letters, but the fact it's up until 1915 and then stops...doesn't give me hope for a happy ending.
This man continuously refers to his precious beloved Gertie as his queen and goddess, and whilst most of it is sickly sweet, there's some raunchy stuff too, with him talking about how he can't wait until they have a little house together and can 'please each other all day'...
There's. So many.
I'm going to put them in order by date, read them through, and then maybe even transcribe them so we can find out a bit about Charlie and Gertie's love story.
This man was absolutely lost in the sauce
Y'all he writes about sending her pressed poppies and postcards for her collection 😭😭😭
111 years after Charlie got his dick touched in 1910, I decided to tell you all about it. Sorry Charlie.
Some more finds:
And some CODE!!!
Also all this is poems:
UHHHHH...👀👀👀
This has a lot of notes so I need everyone to know:
They got married 😭😭😭❤ (thank you to @lovesjustachemical for finding this!!!)
Exploring a new art style cuz why the fuck not?
I know I was dead for months, but I have now reemerged from the ground to show you this terrible attempt at anatomy practice.
Also, I'm reviving this blog because school is starting and I really need motivation, and I figured blogging could keep me from getting into slumps.
Anyways, hello there folks.
feeling like pure shit i just want to be a person in an anne magill painting😔
in my dreams i am any of these people
hey want to see something gorgeous but viscerally discomfiting?
okey doke!
The Mauritius “underwater waterfall” is not a true waterfall but an naturally occurring optical! In the sense that that’s not water falling, it’s sand and silt shifting! Shifting down a 4000-meter-deep abyssal drop. It is in fact exactly as deep as it looks, sorry :)
Other fun facts about Mauritius include:
that’s where Dodo birds were from!
the entire island has an abnormally strong gravitational pull
and also they just discovered it sits on top of a lost supercontinent or whatever. idk that part’s less cool than the gravity thing
ok i spent 40 minutes learning how to compress a gif for you fucks, please tell me it works now
the only reason #cottagecore is considered a gen z thing is bc its a hashtag. it used to be called transcendentalism when offline men did it
Henry David Thoreau having all of his meals sent to him and laundry done while patting himself on the back for being such a back-to-the-land individualist: #simpleliving #aesthetic #waldenpond #cottagecore
thoreau over here like i live on my friend’s land for no rent and my mommy comes by to do my washing and bring me food and i regularly have gatherings of upwards of a dozen people in my tiny shitty cabin and many days i walk the mile to town to see my friends and the other townspeople, only some of who hate me for burning down 300 acres of woods that didn’t belong to my friend and that i feel totally chill about having burnt because who OWNS the woods, really? i mean other than my friend emerson, in whose woods i am living. anyhow i truly live the most constrained and ascetic of existences; if only all men would realise that they’re frittering their lives away in the details of the washing and the bills and the need to feed oneself or care about other people in any way
thoreau’s mother and sister and also ralph waldo emerson: really :/
also thoreau: hi my name is henry david woodsman isolationist thoreau and i have short, tree-brown hair and a bushy neckbeard and grey-blue eyes like the sky and the rivers and a lot of people tell me i think a lot like ralph waldo emerson (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). i’m not related to margaret fuller but i wish i was because she’s a major fucking genius. i’m a transcendentalist (in case you couldn’t tell) and i wear mostly practical clothing. i love old clothes and having my mother mend things for me instead of buying new. for example today i was wearing my patched jacket and trousers, and a hat and shoes. i was walking outside concord. it was storming so there was no sun, which i was very happy about, because i love brute nature. a lot of people shouted ‘woods burner’ at me. i put up my middle finger at them.
I don't feel comfortable with my body, but not in the "I want to change my gender identity" way, instead it's in an "I don't feel comfortable in existing or being a human and I just want to not exist" way.
Please reblog to save this mans life.
Hey guys, I don't know how to say this, so I'm just gonna type whatever I need to say.
So this ASMR artist on Youtube is going through some shit right now. He was scammed by a 'friend' by asking large sum of money from him and is currently facing lawsuit from the same guy who still wants more money from him. His first video where he asked for his community's support was taken down due to allegedly disturbing content, and this is only the vid of him thanking those who helped him, although he's not ok yet.
If you have any money to spare, this is his gofundme
* Note: All funds here directly go to Jisu as the beneficiary. Because GoFun… Ryan R needs your support for Save Jisu. Make him continue hel
Also I'm using whatever tags there is to boost this post
27th december 2020, aka the great italian shitposting about nicia, the most famous bottom from pompeii
how it started:
context: the insult was “nicia cineade cacator”, “nicia the inverted shitter”.
the memes that followed:
spoiler: they did, in fact, end up finding a dead body next to the cavern. rip to nicia, the gay from pompeii. rip bottom king
ps: original op reached out to the commenter and assured them it was all in jest
I like how schools in Philippines teach/talk about our local heroes like they were saints and has never done anything bad (aside from killing the Spaniards and Americans, and some Japanese), but when it comes to Jose Rizal, they're just like, "yeah this dude flirted and possibly shagged with women all over the world, from Philippines, to China, and Spain, and many more, but we just roll with it 'cuz he's the national hero."
Startibg Chinese <3
I couldn't post for a while because online class started and I got really busy, but now I got my self together and I have adjusted my time properly.
I'm currently studying Chinese and Japanese alongside each other while also learning Spanish on the side. Some may say three languages is too much, but honestly, I like this set up; it keeps me really busy and prevents me from existential dread.