Bonus: If I buy a book I get to keep it! The publisher can't turn up at my house at random and confiscate all the books I bought.

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dirt enthusiast
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Stranger Things

Kaledo Art
Mike Driver
trying on a metaphor
tumblr dot com
Today's Document

oozey mess
we're not kids anymore.

#extradirty

Love Begins
Cosimo Galluzzi

JVL

if i look back, i am lost
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Bonus: If I buy a book I get to keep it! The publisher can't turn up at my house at random and confiscate all the books I bought.
dick makes people mentally ill. dick havers, dick wannabes and dick lovers are all insane. it's like toxoplasmosis, you have compulsive need to defend and push and worship dicks all the time and spead your dick mania to everywhere you go.
this seems rational and grounded in empirical evidence
#lost in a fugue of penis delerium
reblog to spread your dick mania to everywhere you go
Hokama - hokamaillustration
we’ve been drinking a lot of tea lately.
update:
its so weird like this dog is truly so... like no dog is perfect. or rather, no dog perfectly and easily fits into the modern expectations of an unchallenging housepet without some training/guidance, I should say. there's some stuff about her that is going to be somewhat challenging probably at some point, because she is a dog. but largely I just keep being like "she's fine"
like she's just ... fine? she is fine.
loose in a weird place and heavily pregnant? worried but fine. seeing strange person emerge from car nearby? fine. be captured by this person happily and allow them to put you places and do stuff to you? fine. be contained on a back porch alone much of the day where all your needs are met but there's not a lot of room to roam and people aren't there with you 24/7? fine. being leashed up and walked? fine. being put in a car and taken around to various locations? fine. getting her jabs at the shelter clinic? fine. having the shelter employees bring out another intact female pitbull to see how she would react (OH MY GOD WHY DID THEY DO THIS WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THIS? BUT--) somehow fine. see a loose cat walking around in the parking lot near you? fine. get an X-ray at the vet? fine. techs even remarked that she was unusually cooperative, like to a notable degree. jumpscared by a random malamute emerging from a room right in front of your nose? fine. see some kittens thru a glass window? fine. being left alone all night with just the radio on? fine. have people nearby when you have a REALLY good chew? fine. in fact actively wants to share.
like who is this dog. she immediately loves and trusts every human she meets. she gets worried about stuff but then she looks at her person and sees if they think it's a big deal or not and if they don't think it's a big deal she shakes it off. I opened an umbrella in front of her like people do for puppy temperament tests, and she just startled back a bit in surprise, glanced at Ship and at me, saw that we didn't think it was a threat, and dismissed it. she was just like "OH GOHS WHAT IS THAT, hey new friends what is that is it ok?" and we said "it's ok, I am familiar with this object and it is not a threat" and she said "oh okay phew thanks for telling me, now I know this object is safe :)"
^ translation of our nonverbal conversation translated into Human Words :)
I'm high and I'm just like thinking about how much I love talking to animals
bc you are always talking to them with your body language and if you do it on purpose, they will understand you and they will talk back to you. and you can understand them and talk back to them and they will understand you :) I love learning and knowing about dogs and how they communicate because it makes these conversations even clearer to me because it means I am learning their language better! and I can tell because of their behavior! i love nonverbal communication so much I LOVE DOGS I LOVE DOGS I LOVE DOGS.
Analyzing the politics of a work that's meant to be apolitical is actually a really interesting exercise because it asks you to critically examine what the creator considers to be "political" in the first place. Which ideas are just How Things Are, and which ones are Political, and how is that influenced by the creator's beliefs?
Usually this just ends up with you looking like a moron btw
Angrily lashing out at the suggestion that it's possible to do basic media analysis was foundational to the ragebait ecosystem of the 2010s, from which we got basically the entire culture of modern far right politics, btw.
I genuinely believe myself and others are being so sincere and literal when we say TOUCH GRASS
I went outside and got an education, that's where I learned that you can obtain knowledge and insight through analytical methods, then noticed that some people who sit on the internet yelling at strangers get really mad about that constantly.
Don’t make me point to the Omar Sakar poem
Text of tweet under the cut because it is loooong.
But... Stochastic Parrots.
hey sorry. can you stand a little further back and we try again
starting a collection
how to train your dragon is a horse girl movie at heart
not all movies with horses are horse girl movies, but sometimes movies without horses can be horse girl movies. do you understand me
Behold! The printing titty!
I normally tag these posts “specific ass machines” after a minor meme that blew through Tumblr, but I was tempted to tag this one “specific boob machines”.
(Artist meow25meow seems to have had their Twitter account nuked and I cannot find any other original source to link to.)
disappearing into the bathroom at the club only to reappear covered in decorative printing patterns followed by a 10ft lady wearing bowls as a bra
I think the 'Fruit Sniffer' will be big on here
Encounter: the ‘Fruit Sniffer’
So one of the things that can apparently contribute to kidney issues in cats is if they eat too much dry food and don't drink enough water; cats are adapted to get a lot of their water from their food since they're originally desert animals, and might not get enough water if they don't eat wet food. Unfortunately, Dozy won't eat wet food no matter what; she categorically refuses to touch the stuff. So a few months ago, we were looking for ways to get Dozy more fluids, and my wife noticed at the pet store a cat drink--basically meat broth with some floaty bits in--that was low-protein and meant for cats with kidney issues. So we figured, worth a try, right?
Great news: she loved it. Super tasty apparently. Great success. Along with the kidney-sensitive treats we found, it was a nice way to supplement her diet. Unforseen long-term consequence though: she loved it so much she began demanding it throughout the day. Like, would come up to us and meow, and meow, and meow, and not stop, until we got up, went to the kitchen, and got her some cat drink.
And by doing so on demand, we have unfortunately created a monster: no matter what we are doing at home, Dozy knows that if she sits next to you and meows, 1) you know what she wants, and 2) you know that she will not stop until you get it for her now. And when you do get it, she gets extremely excited. She will bum rush the kitchen door as you enter. She will run around your feet as you open the can. She will let out the creakiest, crunchiest, most nails-on-the-chalkboard meow you've ever heard if she thinks you're not going fast enough.
I do not begrudge her this. It is gratifying to care for a creature whose most ardent desires are so simple that it is this easy to fulfill them. But I am a little sad, because I know in my heart that I have never loved any comestible as much as she loves this cat drink. She has a pleasure of a purity and intensity that I will never know.
[the creacher in question]