I Guess By Now I Thought I’d Be Done With Shame by Franny Choi

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I Guess By Now I Thought I’d Be Done With Shame by Franny Choi
was outside earlier and a bird Came Up, squatted down, fluttered it’s wings at me and opened its mouth like a hatchling begging for food (it was a grown female) so I went and checked the seed cube in the feeder and the thing was completely covered in mold. this is one of the weirdest things that’s ever happened to me. how did she know im the one in charge of the birdseed. How Did She Know To Pantomime Hunger At Me. Hello.
i have spent my afternoon confusedly getting dressed, driving to the store, purchasing a new seed block, driving home, washing the cage, and getting the feeder set back up. i don’t take this much care for my Own nutrition. ive been bullied into a grocery store run by a tufted titmouse. i feel so loved
33 Diane Arbus, A young man in curlers at home on West 20th Street, N.Y.C., 1966
signage | Kyoto
Queen Ball, San Francisco, Photo by Weegee, c. 1954
“The Paper Doll was a gay bar/restaurant on Cadell Place, just off Union Street in San Francisco (1949 to 1961). It was owned by New Pisa restaurant owner and North Beach baseball legend Dante Benedetti. The food was excellent. You could get a steak with all the trimmings for $1.65. In the late 1950s and early ’60s, the Paper Doll held Halloween parties overflowing down Union and up to Grant. There was a contest held for the best costume, and drag queens came from as far away as New York to compete for the crown.” — from "Before the Castro: North Beach, a Gay Mecca,” by Dick Boyd (author of Broadway North Beach: The Golden Years).
Sometimes when I go hundreds pages deep into people’s Tumblr archives, I find really funny posts and I weigh the pros and cons of liking/reblogging them.
Pros: I’ll have access to them later because they’re fucking hilarious
Cons: They might think I’m creepy. Despite the fact that it’s public and on the Internet, it is not socially acceptable to let anyone know the extent that you creeped their archives.
I hereby extend blanket permission for anyone to creep on my archive, and to like and reblog posts from it if they want to. It’s really quite flattering.
“it is not socially acceptable”
Wrong. It is not only acceptable but expected here. Adhere to whatever “etiquette” you will on other sites. Share and be shared here.
Yeah, this isn’t a Tumblr thing. Everyone here loves it when they wake up to 97 notifications and they’re all likes and reblogs from the same person of shit you posted five years ago.
I love it when someone is obviously going through a specific tag of mine.
User that exhibits the actively curious, reblog-spamming, tag-digging behavior is an endangered species that must be preserved at all costs. No seriously I view this kinda stuff as a big, massive, yuuuuuge compliment. Please don’t let this culture die.
Yes, please, come on in here and dig in the depths!
Go through my blog and search for treasure to reblog
Takayo Kiyota's pictorial sushi roll, & Portrait of Priest Baozhi, 12-century Japan
Wolfgang Laib, Without Place — Without Time — Without Body, 2009
The artist's process is pretty interesting if you wanted to check it out.
Wait actually the weirdest repeat question I would get while working at the public library was "what's a good book for a man to read?" or "will a man enjoy reading this book?" It was always a woman asking me, the only man on staff, what I thought men would like to read. Which is hilarious because I am a precocious little nonbinary fag but also because when I started asking follow-up questions--what are his interests? what does he like to read? what are some other books he's enjoyed?--I would be met with outright hostility. These men do not have interests. The women simply need me to find a Man Book For Men. Could I please just hand over Manly Men's Book for Very Straight Men Who Have No Interests? Like c'mon now. Name one thing your husband likes. Please just one thing? No? Does he have a personality? Is he real? Can you bring him here? Surely we can straighten this out with just one conversation?
Calle Cuauhtemocztin, Mexico City, by Henri Cartier-Bresson in 1934.
The Justice Gazette was first published in 1909 in Istanbul to document various legal news and statistics (things like judicial inspector re
Dung Beetle Cake (Vegan Treats Bakery)