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@fearsomeone
So, hopefully, you’ve made the right decision to adopt a dog. You’ve found the right dog, and you have a good support system set up to help you get through the transitional period. You’re finally to the point that you’re staring at a dog who is, somewhat mysteriously, YOURS now.
What do you DO?
I would say the very first thing you do, and I’ve done this even on my way home from the shelter if I see the opportunity, is you go for a very very long walk. Choose a venue that’s not busy, and don’t go to the dog park. A good easy hike or big field is best.
And then you put the leash on and walk.
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Just that one walk can radically change the mindset of a traumatized or shy dog.
It’s so important because you are saying to the dog, in the only way the dog can understand:
I am part of your pack. I am vital to your life. We hunt together. I am predictable and strong.
I control the food, and I can bring you great happiness when you seek me out.
I have a quiet soul. Please have a quiet soul with me.
-Joanna Kimball, Ruffly Speaking (source)
Hopefully you end the walk with a greater and deeper relationship with the dog–-you need to move from “I saved you” to “I respect you and enjoy you.” And from “I feel sorry for you” to “You are powerful, and together we are a force to be reckoned with.”
I had the privilege of being there to help Eugene pass away peacefully, 11 years after we met.
I will always be grateful for him.
thinking about summer ending always leaves me wondering how different life will be by the time next summer comes
I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.
Joy Sullivan, from "Late Bloomer", Instructions for Traveling West
i don’t feel good and i hate my job and im in a SHITTY mood about it
I got laid off and found out when I arrived to work at 5am and it was boarded up with a note saying we're closed forever.
i wonder what this would feel like
You are not the sum of your hardest moments. You are more than the worst thing you believe about yourself.
It’s not too late to give yourself what you needed when you were younger!
“I’m too much.” If you’ve ever had this thought, you’re not alone. This post explores why the “too much” spiral happens and how to climb out
New post on my website!
beautiful conversations happening on twitter
there’s something very beautiful about being able to try again tomorrow
I have been trying tomorrow for the past 3 years
and you still have tomorrow to try again
what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak
🖤👆🏼 say how you feel and fuck em up instead…
The poet Rilke looked at a statue of Apollo about fifty years ago, and Apollo spoke to him. “You must change your life,” he said. When the genuine myth rises into consciousness, that is always its message. You must change your life. The way of art, after all, is neither to cut adrift from the emotions, the senses, the body, etc., and sail off into the void of pure meaning, nor to blind the mind’s eye and wallow in irrational, amoral meaninglessness—but to keep open the tenuous, difficult, essential connections between the two extremes. To connect. To connect the idea with value, sensation with intuition, cortex with cerebellum. The true myth is precisely one of these connections.
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The Language of the Night: Essays on Writing, Science Fiction, and Fantasy (Ursula K. Le Guin)