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@theartofmadeline

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NASA
Monterey Bay Aquarium
styofa doing anything
Not today Justin
Keni
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$LAYYYTER
One Nice Bug Per Day

if i look back, i am lost
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@chameleonwriter
what is the point of getting a college degree if no one will hire an applicant that doesn’t have x amount of experience?
Ghosts of presents-that-could-have-been
There are mornings when I wake up feeling disoriented and nauseous. Dreams of another life haunt my waking life like the ghosts of presents-that-could-have-been. While I’m cleaning, cooking, or caring for my kid, I’m suddenly lost in thoughts about what my life might have been like had I made different choices that weren’t dictated by fear—or worse, complacency.
As if I were selecting an avatar at the start of a game, I scroll through the different versions of myself in my mind: a professor at a small college in New York living with a partner and our cats, a middle school teacher at an independent school in Roland Park with a retirement plan and sick leave, a freelance writer who travels the country and sleeps under the stars.
They are all phantoms who prey on my darkest moments; they lie in wait for fleeting feelings of resentment, regret, and guilt to pass through my aching heart. They can sense my vulnerability, and, though they feast more often than I’d care to admit, they always pounce with the ferocity of starving beasts. My heart and mind are torn asunder by the longing for something different—for prosperity, family, friends, accolades, and adventure that might have been mine had I only had the knowledge of myself to know what I wanted and the courage to take it.
After the ghosts have had their way with me, the bitterness that remains terrifies me. Is this how old, crotchety people end up stooped and angry at the world? Does the gradual decline begin with what-ifs and could-have-beens? And can the spiral be broken before who I am has been consumed by who I wished I could have been?
Stop telling yourself that the grass is greener on the other side, because it’s not. It is greener where you water it. So take control of your life and start watering your own pastures and grow your own greener.
knowanoah (via heavyrain-dc)
We love Alex Hirsch
The Blue Kraken
WHAT’S THIS?! A bunch of new stills and short clips have dropped from the adaptation of my books, DEAD END: PARANORMAL PARK!
You can hear a lil bit of Barney in this sizzle reel and see some of this in motion, but a first full trailer will be dropping soon!
i love this scene so much :)
all these posts about people clutching their pearls about seeing bare titties at pride make me laugh because at last year's pride i met a cishet guy who had no idea what was going on and had joined because he saw bare titties and thought "those people look like they are having fun, and also i can see tits for free" and he asked me about what was happening and let me explain LGBT struggles for some time before telling me he had a transgender cousin and he was going to make sure to be there for her in the future. bare tits will be the beacon to world peace
<- TOILET THEY CAN
BUT! NOT
CATS 🚫 GET OUT!!
🚫 PAST
HERE!
KEEP
CLOSED!
I beg your pardon
At this point he’s just fucking with us.
Wow just fucking wow
@astronomical-bagel
🔥 A giant curious moose inspecting a wildlife photographer 🔥
Never forget: Moose are legit Ice Age megafauna that never died out.
He just….just….pet the wild moose…the bravery, the hutzpah
The forbidden snoot!
If I could pet a moose
I would be very happy
Neil Burnell
The Cancellation of Socrates - Jacques Louis David, 1787