Electronic Excavations

I dig square holes with round shovels and find cool (often triangular) things.

[electronicexcavations]

The Last to Know

Recently, I learned that I am the last to realize that I have anxiety. I haven’t been officially diagnosed...because I only came to the hazy realization two days ago. I was having a conversation with a friend/coworker who also experiences anxiety, when she said, “Well, you know what I’m talking about since you understand what it’s like to deal with anxiety, right?” 

Until that moment, I had been assuming for the past few months that my nervous ticks were side effects of the couch surfing, binge drinking, and stressful work conditions I had been putting myself through. Until that moment, I was someone that had been misdiagnosed with bipolar disorder and off of useless medication for a glorious year. I thought any mental/physical discomfort I was experiencing was due to finally wrestling with the remaining aftermath of a break up that had occurred about 5 months ago. 

However, after that moment (and after reading a few articles she recommended), I realized just how very wrong I had been. I checked off all the boxes and my heart sunk into my stomach. I found myself sobbing in the middle of the woods at work, and hoping that the rest of my coworkers weren’t heading our way any time soon. It turns out that I am the last to know what is truly happening in my frazzled brain. And right now...writing this all out on a Tumblr that I haven’t used in years...I have no idea where to go from here.

[aoife1108]

If Mean Girls was set in Middle Earth

[lotrlocked]

This is it guys. This is the post I was waiting for.

[electronicexcavations]

[sovietico-deactivated20131127]

[eccecorinna]

wrathofprawn:

for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.

their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.

how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever

[fallbeil1]

pilots (◡‿◡✿) 

girl pilots (◕‿◕✿)

girl pilots killing nazis ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* \(◕ヮ◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[101st-analborne-deactivated2014]

But, remember, women never did anything in history.

[drwholvr]

I’m reblogging this again. Always reblogging. Always

[electronicexcavations]

When I Grow Up… Why Only 6 Percent Of Us Achieve Our Childhood Dreams

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. - Robert Frost

If only I could have told young me (that wanted to be a writer) that I would grow up to do one of those dream jobs.

[sandandglass]

[mutantbic]

OH MY I JUST SNORTED MY MILK.

[binary-delinquent]

GO TO A DOCTOR IMMEDIATELY 

[would-y0u-kindly]

Ahaha

[northmns]

mischief managed. (listen) - (take it with you)

[northmns]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TERESA! ♥ queen of my heart and tlat enthusiast, i hope you have the most wonderful day. here’s to many more years of sharing our love of alina kovalenko, darling!!!

[alrightevans-deactivated2015091]

insp (x) 

[artofoverwhelm]

[iwatchforher]

Fantastic Breasts and Where to Find Them

[neonenjoysign-deactivated201610]

It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening. Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily. You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth. You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later. Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage. Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything. I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it. You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it. Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today? We shall see.

You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s, Ryan O’Connell  (via paintdeath)

[bisexualpiratequeen]

I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles. 1- I am glorious above all things 2- Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored 3- Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine 4- Show displeasure clearly. 5- NO 6- Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time. 7- If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.

[milestellers]

[thatcurlyhurdgirl-blog]

I will reblog this everyday

[hobolunchbox]

Bubbles for the cause.

[burntlikethesun]

endless list of favourite characters: ned the piemaker

"I bake pies and wake the dead; I lead a very sheltered life."

[diabolikdiabolik]

Emily Graslie, the Chief Curiosity Correspondent of The Field Museum in Chicago. Probably my favorite Chief Curiosity Correspondent of any museum.

Check out her YouTube channel, The Brain Scoop, devoted to exploring all aspects relating to the curious world of taxidermy, zoology, natural history museums, and the culture of animal preservation.

[thebrainscoop]

Someday I won’t be the only Chief Curiosity Correspondent. 

Can’t you imagine going to an annual “Conference of the Chief Curiosity Correspondents”?! We’d have it in a different Museum or collection every year and talk about discoveries and adventures 

maybe we could have themed uniforms with matching hats and vests 

and our own handshake or symbolic greeting

c’mon world, let’s get on this

[electronicexcavations]

Say hello to the newest addition of my Things-I-Don't-Actually-Need Stash. #ukulele #treatyoself