anyone else ever wish they could lie down harder? Like, I'm already horizontal, but I need more horizontal. I need to be absorbed by the floor. I think that would fix me

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anyone else ever wish they could lie down harder? Like, I'm already horizontal, but I need more horizontal. I need to be absorbed by the floor. I think that would fix me
You should be starting a recipe book. I don't give a shit if you're only 20-years-old. The modern web is rotting away bit by bit before our very eyes. You have no idea when that indie mom blog is going down or when Pinterest will remove that recipe. Copy it down in a notebook, physically or digitally. Save it somewhere only you can remove it. Trust me, looking for a recipe only to find out it's been wiped off the internet is so fucking sad. I've learned my lesson one too many times.
I just saw a bag of compost labeled as "gourmet" and I'm imagining the company is owned by earthworms
so i’ve eliminated my phone from the “staying up all night” equation by getting an alarm clock and charging said phone in another room, but this resulted in a second, secret problem of staying up too late drawing because i still had my tablet. i don’t wanna move my tablet to another room as well because i like having a little bit of drawing time before bed so for about a week i was like….. oh i’ll just force myself off at the correct time eventually. one of these days that will happen.
but last night realized i'm never gonna just gain the willpower to curb my bad habits at random, that’s the entire reason i took the phone out of the room, so i just. set my tablet to turn completely greyscale from 12:30am to 8am to prevent me from staying up all night drawing. and guess who actually fucking went to bed the second his tablet turned grey.
moral of the story and a lesson i think everyone can take from this is don’t expect yourself to just get over your bad habits through sheer force of will. it won’t fucking happen. instead make them as annoying as possible to continue. make them completely unsatisfying. sabotage your bad habits.
If you were going to mysteriously disappear and presumably die in the wilderness in a way that would baffle the media and netizens for decades to come, where would you choose to vanish from? Are you like an Appalachian mountains person or a southeastern swamp person or a southwestern desert person or a vast prairie sort of guy? Personally, I think I’d go Pacific Northwest but not like Oregon or Washington, I’d go Alaska or British Columbia because these are rugged and sparsely populated areas I have zero experience with or connections too, I feel like they’re both certified classic disappearance spots for depressed white guys in their 20s and the RCMP and Alaska State Troopers are both so fucking inept and bad at their jobs that I could walk 5 feet off a trail in any direction and it would be a mystery forever.
For maximum mysterious vanishing, I’d leave conflicting evidence indicating I was in Alaska but had possibly crossed the border into British Columbia and this would be a jurisdictional nightmare for all investigating agencies and ensure they’d all be too busy ignoring each other or fighting to actually look into what might have happened to me.
The geography of Wyoming grasslands is so psychologically disturbing to me that photos of it give me a unique feeling of panic, probably because I’ve lived in forests and the Appalachian mountains for my entire life, there is something so scary about being able to see for miles and miles and have it be flat nothingness:
Nothing to block your line of sight, no roads, no buildings, no trees, no cover. I mean absolutely no offense to any Wyomingites out there, it is a uniquely breathtaking and beautiful landscape, it is just so alien to everything I have ever known that my brain has a difficult time processing it.
filling out a funding application and one of the questions is 'explain how you fit the criteria laid out in the guidelines'. like, my dude, is it not literally your job to decide if I fit the criteria. i don't think that's in my remit, friend.
happy june you should love trans people
Mike Smith (British, b. Liverpool, Merseyside, England, based Addingham, West Yorkshire, England) - Wild Flower Meadow - Upper Wharfedale, 16 Color Reduction Linoprint
this is in perfect iambic meter and sounds like the first line of a weird poem
Rule #2
Don’t ever hug a lobster when you see one on the street,
For decorum is essential when a lobster you must greet.
You may comment on the weather, compliment his choice of hat,
But crustaceans like their space if one should stop them for a chat.
Don’t ever hug a lobster when you’re strolling down the coast,
Simply nod and give a greeting, or a handshake at the most,
For a lobster’s first priority is formal social graces,
And one seemes over-familiar if a lobster one embraces.
Don’t ever hug a lobster when you meet one in the sea,
For a lobster’s spines and chitin make it difficult, you see,
And he might become self-conscious if you bring that fact to light,
So don’t ever hug a lobster, simply put, it’s impolite.
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“thank god I’m a lesbian.” [analog] collage. 2025. created by me.
I really love those posts of people showing their stuffed animals various things and locations, gonna start doing that
showing my giant ground sloth the Feather River and the Feather River Fish Hatchery fish ladder
showing my cat the location of the last stagecoach hold-up in San Mateo County
showing my sockeye salmon The Gates Of Hell
showing my humpback whale Methuselah the coast redwood
showing my banana slug the grave of Emperor Norton
Happy Pride Month! 🌈
This year’s LGBTQIA+ Pride Month roundup from JSTOR Daily brings together stories on queer history, literature, activism, archives, community care, and the people who built spaces where LGBTQ+ communities could thrive.
You’ll also find links to free scholarly research throughout, making it easy to keep exploring.
See the full roundup.
Image: Covers for several alternative gay and lesbian feminist publications via JSTOR's Reveal Digital Independent Voices Collection.
As a queer Catholic, I’m used to being painfully stabbed in the chest by fellow Christians.
That’s why this Pride Month, I’m partnering with the Sacred Heart of Jesus
i hate you private jets i hate you bitcoin i hate you cars that go 200 mph i hate you golf parks i hate you yachts i hate you huge mansions with a pool i hate you luxery resorts i hate you exessive wealth causally killing the planet and using up ressources we all need
“okay but it’s their money! They can decide how to spend it!” Yeah okay but it’s our atmosphere! and water! and no amount of wealth should give you free reign over that!