Every now and then I remember the existence of fatbergs and my day is ruined
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Show & Tell

shark vs the universe
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Origami Around
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Misplaced Lens Cap

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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almost home
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Every now and then I remember the existence of fatbergs and my day is ruined
This feels like art - something about the fragility of beauty but the longevity of purpose
The joys of working in childcare
Identifying Michael Finnegans: a Field Guide
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When encountering what you think may be a Micheal Finnegan, the first step is to assess whether or not he grows whiskers on his chinnagan. If so, you may have a Micheal Finnegan on your hands. But do not fret: there is a final step to take to be sure.
You must wait for a sturdy wind to come up, and see if this blows the whiskers inagain. If the whiskers remain, then you are probably dealing with a common or garden mike. If the whiskers are blown inagain, however, you for sure have a Micheal Finnegan on your hands.
To know what to do next please see our field guide 'Michael Finnegans: the lesser known devils of this world".
WARNING:
It may be your first instinct, on seeing a Michael Finnegan's whiskers blow inagain, to think "poor old Micheal Finnegan", but this is a tactic to draw your pitiful gaze and lure you in!! You must remain unpitiful at all times around these creatures!!
Another cool photo - arachnophobes, DO NOT SCROLL!!
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Final warning!! 🕷️
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Look at this cool picture I took of a wasp doing something unspeakable to a fly
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Said the sun: "you shine when I cannot"
Said the moon: "I only shine because of you"
I painted my poem :))
There's something uniquely wonderful about growing up always wishing you had a big sister, only to find out you had one all the long 💖💖
Idk where this was originally posted, but a friend sent it me and I wanted to share!! Such a cool looking flag 💖
Random poem
The figure stepped towards me with a crepitus creaking Its tawny, languid bones all frayed, bent and leaking Marrow trailed behind it in foul-smelling pools This creature, this thing, this most wretched ghoul On no earth could I fathom from whence this thing came It had no home, no past, and no name Nought to take with it, save a gut-wrenching blight All despairs of the world are this creature's delight Yet no matter my fear, my horror, or dread I did not wander from the path this thing tread Approaching me now, I gagged, gawked and awed I stood nailed to the spot; my sanity gnawed And though I despaired of it reaching me now A cold, calm acceptance took over somehow And with that, the creature it vanished from sight Almost as if in the absence of fright It had no control, no power, no stake In the life that I own - it is my own to break The creature had gone, yet memory remains Accept and you live, by fleeing, life wanes.
It's weird not having intense mental health struggles anymore - there's a feeling of wishing I did so I could relate to my friends more, and guilt that I've reached a point of positive stability they all deserve so much but don't have yet
Poem I wrote when I was depressed, in an abusive relationship, and my grandad had just died - everything was just *too much*
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Please, please
The fucking despair
I can't take any more
I'm gasping for air
I'm drowning in sorrow
I'm wading through grief
The water's cold and it's dark
I can't see my feet
Help me, oh help me!
My cry's lost in the air
I can't take any more
Of this fucking despair
Said the sun: "you shine when I cannot"
Said the moon: "I only shine because of you"
"haha I'm not lonely" I say as I research how to programme a dating sim from scratch
apparently staring at all the paintings of topless women in art galleries when I was little wasn't very straight behaviour - makes me wonder how many people realised I was lesbian before i did