Fidel.

Fidel. Fidelitous. Late 30s. This blog is ~98% inactive.

[fuckyeahchinesegarden]

Plum blossoms in quyuanfenghe, west lake, hangzhou, china (photos by 超大力君)

[huariqueje]

Magenta Haze  -  Paul Batch

American , b. 1979  -

Oil on canvas , 20 x 16 cm.

[scullys]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997 - 2003) — 5x22: "The Gift"

[prohaloplayer-deactivated202601]

fixed a problem at work that i vaguely saw a manager fix once and i did it faster which means that i get to take his skin i get to take his skin i get to take his skin i get to take his skin i get to take his skin i get to take his skin

[fiataeterna]

The Sinking Church - Italy - Urbex - Jeroen Taal Photography 2020

[vulpinesaint]

in my latest foray into quiz-making i found a house. a manor, really. it's all rotted and full of cobwebs but there's something about it... idk. i think my eyes might be playing tricks. you could take a tour if you don't mind descending into madness with me

[modernhaterboy]

Have you ever felt like your humors were unbalanced? have you ever wondered your omegaverse type? well there is now a quiz for you:

Oh no! Can it get any worse? You're in heat AND your humors are imbalanced. Luckily our doctor friends from Ancient Greece have come up with

[modernhaterboy]

results chart

[fathomd]

I genuinely may have broken a toe.

[tragbarerpanzrabwehrkomplexfagot]

[mona-l1sa]

[zegalba]

Umberto Dattola: Envi (2012)

[elodieunderglass]

thank you so much @shilohta they look like they'd come out of the woods to bend gracefully to a salt lick

[librarycards]

yes i am living with autism. autism is my friend. i build a house with hir. i feed hir from my garden, which is also autism. i hold hir close at night, just the way i want to be held. sie is more than a comrade to me. sie is my lover, sie is my friend, sie is my maker and making. sie grows me every day. i grow hir. i grow hir big and strong in me. i build us bigger everyday. i give us soft hands and sharp teeth. i live with my autism. i will always live with my autism. because my autism is me, and our project is loving.

[ionomycin]

field research

[unfavorableinstigation]

Growing up, my brother and I deeply dreaded going shoe shopping. It took hours, especially if it was for winter boots. My dad would examine the stitching, the brand reliability, the temperature recommendations, every piece of information he could get his hands on, and then when he'd finally found the right brand, it was on to making absolutely dead sure they fit properly - he had a particular way of poking the toe of the boot to ensure our foot was where it was supposed to be that always drove me nuts. This was always on a weekend, and it was about the worst punishment we could imagine.

Years later, I found out that he'd spent his entire childhood on the Canadian prairies with cold feet. My grandmother just bought whatever boots looked like the best value, regardless of whether they'd keep anyone warm. They'd kept him from frostbite, probably, but never, ever comfortable.

The reason my grandmother never had a thought about this was because she was buying her kids real boots. There was a sort of magical quality about real, purpose-made boots that meant that of course they'd work, because when she was growing up on the Canadian prairies, they had the kind of no money that meant you just stuffed some newspaper into your shoes and soldiered on.

The last pair of winter boots my dad bought for me was 15 years ago, in preparation for a three-month stint living in northern Quebec in midwinter. They cost $200 then, or something like it. I've worn them every year since, driving out to the remotest locations on the Canadian prairies and never once thinking about my feet.

When I read the Vimes Boots Theory for the first time, it rang a bell that reverberated back three generations.

[khealywu]

bc it’s impossible to see other reblog conversations anymore (still infuriating btw), i can’t tell if the OP ever shared the brand for these but i hope they did / do!!!1

[unfavorableinstigation]

I was actually back in the Prairie Motherland visiting family when this post unexpectedly blew up, so I had to wait till I got home to pull them out.

I'm glad I did - I'd have put money on Sorel, but the boots are actually from Baffin. They have removable quilted inserts, waterproof exterior, and the end of that crisscrossing strap around them can be yanked tight to cinch them up around your calves. These things are 15 years old and I have a weird-as-fuck gait and I can barely see wear on the tread. They'll probably last me for another 10 at least.

A bunch of people were repping Sorel in the notes - that's what I grew up on as well, but apparently they went bankrupt on 2000s and got sold to an American company, so I now (sorry, Americans; this is how these things go here) don't know how reliable they still are.

[tuesdayisfordancing]

According to my mom Sorel can’t really be trusted anymore. I think she still hasn’t brought herself to throw out her old Sorel boots just in case the right cobbler can bring them back, but her replacements are from somewhere else.

[nohoperadio]

No more little breaths in and out. One really deep breath per day; 12 hour inhale, 12 hour exhale. During the brief stillness in between I'll survey the day, future and past, as from a high summit, hours stretched out in all directions.

[girlstevebuscemi]

Steve Buscemi for the New York Times / shot by Finlay Mackay, 2007

[sacred-portal]