you can actually see him go through all five stages of grief
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you can actually see him go through all five stages of grief
“I don’t want you to be hopeful, I want you to feel fear” this girl is 43 levels of metal
If you don’t reblog this you are DEAD to me.
This is Greta Thunberg. She is an activist for comprehensive climate change policies and action. She is a nominee for the Nobel Peace Prize. She’s 16. She’s remarkable.
Yes indeed!
how did abortions get banned faster than assault rifles
I want to apologise to
- Britney for making fun of her when she had her breakdown
- Monica Lewinski for judging her when she was a 22year old temp sexually assaulted by the most powerful man in the world
- Ke$ha for ever thinking she was trashy when all she wanted to do was make party music
- Kristen Stewart for ever thinking she was dumb when she’s actually one of the coolest people ever
- Megan Fox for ever thinking she was just a slut when actually she was an actress being harassed by her employer.
- Hating all the women who made a career out of having a hot body. Being is shape is hard, beauty is a weapon and auto promotion is hard work.
- All the Mary-Sues, who exist because young girls everywhere want to be part of a story they love so much
- All the female characters I ever snobbed because they got in the way of my ship.
- Hating the color pink during my teenage years, when it’s actually a lovely color and what I resented was society’s pressure to perform femininity.
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Gen z I love you
TEAM SWEET PEA [CONTROL-VOTE]
My therapist told me instead of hurting myself I should draw something pretty were I want to cut. This is the result. And it works, honestly. If you’re struggling with self harm I really recommend this. (Make sure you use a marker and not a pen cause pens can hurt you! )
I’m reblogging this again because this technique really did help me stop self harming. Sure, I had some slip ups at the beginning but I’m 92 days clean now. All of the love I got from y’all certainly helped too! I hope this helped at least one other person recover or at least helped someone along the road to recovery. I would love to hear other techniques you guys have or your recovery stories! I love you all so much. Stay strong!
Just putting this on the blog because I know some of you are wanting to recover
Actually I have passed the one year mark so this is amazing to know. Yay !
play this at my wedding or funeral I don’t care where but just plAY IT
I still love this so much 😍😍😍
THIS IS TOO MUCH
Watch: Comedian Adam Conover just obliterated every stereotype about millennials in one presentation.
Disney’s Beauty and the beast cast → Is Gaston a villain or misunderstood?
I see him as the biggest villainous threat in any of the Disney films. He has no special powers. He’s not Jafar, or Ursula, or Maleficent. He’s a human being! He’s an arrogant, narcissistic, bigoted, chauvinistic, self-absorbed man who, once he’s told no, is driven by jealousy and revenge to fuel the fear of quite an idiotic group of villagers to go kill something they’ve never seen before. I mean, it resonates massively to what’s happening in the political climate throughout the world now. Luke Evans
That weird belly-button sensation, explained!
Previously someone asked…
“When cleaning my belly button with a q-tip, I get a weird sensation - but it’s not necessarily bad or good. What is it?”
And you all said…
“About the belly button thing! For me if I’m cleaning my belly button and i happen to tug up i feel it inside of my vagina (g-spot area) not pleasurable or painful just kind of a feeling. It’s probably just a nerves type thing?”
“OMG I get the same. I always just thought I was just oversensitive (I am everywhere else)”
“It’s a peculiar sensation felt in the crotch area when something e.g finger or cotton bud, goes in the bellybutton. Cant really explain where, for some its just a weird feeling for others such as myself it borders on painful. I was so relieved when I found out other people felt it O.o”
“I totally have the belly button thing! I never understood it. Basically, when I put a finger or something in my belly button, I feel a really weird, almost painful sensation in my lower abdomen/vag area.”
“I don’t know what it is, but I guess the best explanation is when I press into it, it like pulls on the same nerves in the back of my clit, it’s not bad or good on its own, but if I am getting my me time on and I press down on my stomach holy god, a-fucking-mazing!”
“Yeah i totally get the belly button thing. its not a sexy feeling at all but when I’m cleaning or messing with mine and i poke it, i can feel a nerve twitch type thing in my vaginal area. not even vulva but vagina. its really odd but i know exactly what the asker meant.”
“It just always makes my insides hurt but like not my stomach inside… like my uterus hurts and i hate it, its wrong and belly buttons should be no-no squares”
“Your belly button is one of your erogenous zones so when you do that you’re basically kind of tickling it? Which triggers a kind of weird feeling everywhere and in some cases ‘downnn there’. Not everyone gets it but it’s an erogenous zone so that’ll be why! It’s kinda awesome.”
But the winner goes to theoncefuturequeen who links to this article which explains…
“Although most diagrams of female sexual organs exclude this detail, there IS tissue connecting the belly button and reproductive organs, left over from our days spent in the uterus. Because fetuses receive nutrients from/expel waste through the umbilical cord during their development, there is a tube that connects our bladder to our bellybutton, (a vestige of the umbilical cord) which doesn’t completely disappear after birth.
In our adult bodies, this tissue helps to make up the bladder wall, feeding directly into the female prostate. This is also known as the G-spot or the Trigone area (or T-spot), a spot between the bladder wall and the vagina with nerves that feed down into the bladder, uterus, vagina, clitoris, labia, etc. Thus, it is possible that pressure on the bellybutton from certain angles may be felt in the vaginal canal, and vice versa – pressure on the bladder wall from the inside may create sensations felt in the belly button.”
WE HAVE ALL LEARNED SOMETHING TODAY.
Jon Stewart gives Larry Wilmore the send-off he truly deserves
when i was 12 i babysat this girl for a few years and she would come to me and show me her art, drag me by my wrists and point at the pieces she’d made during the week. and she’d be like “do the voice” and i’d put on a sports-announcer olympics-style voice and be like “such form! this level of coloring! why i haven’t seen such perfection in crayola in a long time. and what is this? why jeff, now this is a true risk… it seems she’s made … a monochrome pink canvas…. i haven’t seen this attempted since winter 1932… and i gotta say, jeff, it’s absolutely splendid” and she’d fall back giggling. at the end of every night she’d check with me: “did you really like it?” and i’d say yes and talk about something i noticed and tucked her in.
she was just accepted into 3 major art schools. she wrote me a letter. inside was a picture from when she was younger. monochrome pink.
“thank you,” it said, “to somebody who saw the best in me.”
I just cried.
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER
Crows are scary They
use tools
Can be taught to speak (like parrots)
Have huge brains for birds
like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
they are scary smart at solving puzzles
some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies
they can remember faces
SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT. They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows. Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag. But the nice guys with masks they left alone. THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight. THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.
Guys I’m really scared of crows now. (q)
Yeah but have you seen this
A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.
Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill
I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.
Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.
That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.
Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.
That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.
Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.
that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.
Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.
this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.
i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.
a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.
i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.
Best birbs !!