eepy mourning dove cupping its wings under its belly for cushion ©Ella
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Jules of Nature

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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eepy mourning dove cupping its wings under its belly for cushion ©Ella
I love Hyenas
CulturArtsCanneryRow
EVERYOBODY GET DOWN HES TAKING A CREATIVE LIBERTY
Outfit for going Jeff the killing
indian striped hyena (hyaena hyaena) in blackbuck national park, velavadar, gujarat, india
photo credit: adele brand
Reminder that chronic migraines aren't all "headaches." For some people migraines are just sudden attacks of basically any shitty symptoms imaginable depending on the person. Your "migraine" might be a sudden onset of extreme tiredness, temperature sensitivity, confusion and blurry vision, another person's might look like a panic attack or even a heart attack, some people experience hallucinations, become hypersensitive to smells, have to urinate a weird amount, feel numb in their fingers, flu symptoms, stroke-like symptoms, dissociation, allergy symptoms, literally anything because a "migraine" is just when your brain explodes with overactivity and sets off a bunch of pathways at once that it's not supposed to, like a computer in a power surge.
You misused thou/thee in a joke post and provoked my ire.
Bet it feels good as fuck to be disassembled, cleaned and then reassembled as a firearm
o yeah babey
this is why they shouldn’t have banned normal porn
no amount of cishets going to plapsburg could ever distract me from the cold certainty of steel
Looked at my dog and was overwhelmed with how grand that is. The chances that either of us exist are near zero, but we do. The chances that our species would grow together such that neither of us would exist in the precise form we do had our ancestors not met and worked together.
The chance that everything would line up throughout all of history, then through my 36 years and his very first, so that we would meet. That my heart and mind would be molded by history and experience to see him like my own child, and that his would be perfectly primed to love me as he would his own mother.
The chance that my human loved ones would ensure I have the kind of life that will allow me to accommodate his needs and ensure that he lives a long, satisfying life himself.
Conscious existence is beautiful. I really don't need more than this.
KICK THE CAN!
Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.
To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.
the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now
And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!
Stone's caribou Rangifer arcticus stonei
Observed by cfraser19, CC BY-NC-ND
resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that
numb hands
The fact that one of these moves is significantly more difficult for me than the other two at least tells me which nerve is probably the most fucked up
like the betrayal’s always going to be worse if they cared about you and it didn’t matter. someone discards you because they didn’t give a shit, then you can be angry about that, you can feel vindicated in that, you can get over it. but if they can look you in the eyes and say “I love you. I would make the same choice again.” You will never sleep peacefully again, is all.
“I thought they cared about me, but they were lying this whole time.” <- tired. boring. removes all the nuance of this relationship to make it easier to move on from.
“I thought they cared about me, and I was right, and every minute they were there for me, every time they said they were proud, every laugh we shared leaning against each other bruised and breathless, all of it was real. and they still left me behind. They could put their love aside. I couldn’t.” <- insane. will never leave you alone. reminds you that even the worst people are still people and can still care about even the ones they hurt the most and that undoes neither the harm nor the love.