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girls when they get overstimulated in the grocery store
Why is this me??
So I'm washing a blanket. It is a weighted blanket so it cannot go in the ancient washing machine (can I just call that a washine? Is that allowed?). But it NEEDS to be washed. So I put it in the tub and filled it with hot water and detergent and got to scrubbing.
And I'm sat there beside this tub of hot water and suds and cloth, hands and forearms red from the heat of the water and the friction of the washing, sweat dripping into the mix off my forehead, and the thought wanders through my brain that this has been done, like this, for almost all of human history. Maybe it was a metal tub, or a wooden one, or a river or lake shore, but through all of our time here together we have done this thing in this way.
I cherish these moments so dearly. Washing and wringing and hanging. Kneading bread. Sweeping the floor. Putting things in baskets. Owning a bag with a strap or two for carrying things that need carrying. Building a fire. Roasting meat. These things are eternal for us and we have always done them. When I do these things it's like....it's not just me. It's everyone.
You may not be here but you did this thing. Your hands knew these motions. Your heart beat like mine, and I feel you there. I feel you here with me. Do you feel me too?
Individualism is a lie. Everything I am and everything I do was built by other people, and I have helped build others. You are with me and I am with you and there is so much love in that.
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Haymitch's Games!
It's me, i'm girls
"Go to Pemberly," they said.
"He won't be home," they said.
This episode of Bluey is called:
Camphor Tree
You can only reblog this today.
I missed my chance last year. Not gonna let it happen again
I know many of you out there are feeling a bit down. Have a crow to Wouldnāt it be Nice by the Beach Boys to lift your mood.
He stops and looks both ways?!?
You wanna know what makes this better?
Crows normally walk. This one seems to have both legs working, so heās not hopping out of necessity, heās doing it for fun. Corvids can sometimes be seen doing things like this for no evident reason other than enjoyment.
This is my new favorite post
I canāt ever not reblog.
Have some happy crow vibes
Itās that month again folks! Happy February.
āStraws give you wrinklesā āsunlight gives you age spotsā āsmiling with your eyes gives you laugh linesā okay but what if I did that. What if I drank Vanilla Coke from a bendy straw and danced in the sunlight and laughed with reckless abandon. What then. We all age we all get wrinkles we all grow old and dammit I will do it with the sun on my face and the joy of life at my back
i think one of the things that gets missed by the people who really donāt like my romanticizing adulthood post is that itās not a passiveĀ āoh magical things happen to you as an adultā sort of dealĀ
itās aĀ āthis is my one and only life, and iām going to milk it for all itās worthā sort of dealĀ
itās a defiantĀ āi didnāt actually think iād make it this farā sort of dealĀ
iām not trying to say,Ā āoh just think positive and everything will be fineā because thatās not true, but we are what we practice, and i think itās important to consciously practice joy and appreciation and treating my life like itās special because it is.Ā
there are days that fucking suck being a grown up, but going,Ā ājoy is fleeting and misery is the normā does nothing but make you (and the people around you) miserable. i am way more happy than i EVER was a kid or teenanger, and a big part of that is doing special things like buying myself a cup of dippinā dots just because i can or deciding last minute that i want to go on anĀ āadventureā (even if thatās just walking around a secondhand store iāve never been to before) and recognizing that these are gifts iām giving myself because i deserve to live a life iām in love with.Ā
Youāre crying about a Mall piano video?
The intricate nature and rituals of music and two men who would usually not be so tender playing such emotional piano in tandem with one another. Working with one another, got to me alright?
Oh my gods theyāre adorable! Have a nice day at work, Employment Jelly
canāt risk it, will always reblog