Over two years ago, my good friend and I worked on this piece. Well I drew it two years ago and she colored it now.
@isadora-legata thanks for doing this with me!

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Over two years ago, my good friend and I worked on this piece. Well I drew it two years ago and she colored it now.
@isadora-legata thanks for doing this with me!
âŠI almost killed myself
I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I donât know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter âHold on â he yelled to a coworker.
I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says âI made it a largeâ.
That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I⊠Iâm alive. Iâll make it through.
Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.
Thank you man at McDonalds.
The milkshake saved my life
I hope you all can read this and remember to be kind
The smallest of gestures can save a life. My Mum answered her phone when I called and I am alive today because of that.
Iâm glad youâre here.
Itâs a phone call, a milkshake, a friend.
I feel like I shouldnât keep reblogging this but when I do more people see what kindness can doâŠ. I donât know. Love everyone as yourself.
Nah, keep rebloging it. It gives hope.
walked sobbing around a city once wearing a summer dress in mid-september thunder and rain. basically dragged myself into LUSH as the smell of the store always made me smile. the shop was empty and dead due to the weather, just this blonde short woman behind the counter who smiled at me. i stared at her feet and asked âdo you have anything for people who are scared a lot?â (i was so out of it i had no clue). she showed me two bath bombs, one pink and one blue, and said both were good - i chose the pink, paid for it and left. i then sat at a bus stop clutching the LUSH bag in one arm and my prescription meds in the other - iâd lied and ordered a refill so i could just drift away with sleeping pills. when the bus arrived and i was out of the rain, i decided to have another look at my bath bomb, smell it and what not. opened my bag and saw sheâd put the blue one in there for me as well and written on the receipt âfeel better soon :) hope you like xâ.Â
no one had ever been so selflessly kind to me before, i didnât know what to do with it except hang around long enough to use the other bath bomb.Â
be kind.
always be kind.
you never know when your moment of kindness will literally save a life.
and if you are the one who needs that moment of kindness⊠please hold on. the world is better with you in it.Â
I hope you don't mind me hijacking this post for a moment...
I was in the convenience store, on my way to do some ghost hunting at an old Cemetery.
I suffer from bad social anxiety and depression. Through that, I struggle every day to make it to the next. So I can understand pain and heart ache.
I was getting some water for the long night and I heard one of the employees talking to another, saying "I don't deserve this kind of attention. I'm ugly, fat, disgusting. The only reason why my husband stays with me is cause of our kids. I don't deserve some nice man's attention."
It sent a jolt through me. I think those same things, except the nice man's attention and kids part. I turned around the aisle and walked straight up to her.
"don't say that." She looked at me astounded.
"I'm sorry?"
" You're beautiful. You deserve love and you deserve happiness. I know nothing about you, not even your name, but I know this. Because you're human, working hard and doing your best. Don't say you don't deserve to be happy. You are beautiful." And then I hugged her.
I didn't know this woman, her story, or her life. I just saw a fellow human being who needed a kind word.
Be the change you want to see, even if you're hurting. Life is chaos, neither bad or good. I hope I made her night just a little bit better.
Inktober: Stretch
Some of my inktober drawings.
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âDid we light too many matches?
And turn ourselves into these ashes.â
The Sinking City cinematic trailer.
Binged watch Steven Universe with sister - loved Garnetâs first fusion look.Â
No idea if I will finish this.
âDeath is not a means of an end...
    Death is merely a concept of a beginning.â
SNL - Cut for Time: My Little Step Children
WHY WOULD THEY CUT THIS?????
This is legiterally the funniest thing snl has done in decades
Are you ready?
Best part is Iâm pretty sure thatâs a *male* bird.Â
It totally is!
Its a Male Sage Grouse! Pleas enjoy the amazing Performance and SOUNDS this nonsense creature makes:
Yes, that is actually the noise they make.Â
I think I cried my eyes out drawing this pls excuse my english ugh
âI like my life alone. I mean, I love being with friends, and I love kissing and loving someone to pieces. But itâs hard to find someone who doesnât ultimately start judging you and your choices.â
â Sarah Silverman
Freya Was Jacked
So thereâs this story in Norse mythology, Ărymskviða. Compressed down, it goes like this: A Jotun steal Thorâs hammer Mjolnir and says heâll only give it back if heâs given Freyja to marry, as she is the most beautiful goddess in all of existence. The gods argue over what to do for a while before Heimdall suggests they stick a bridal veil on Thor, says heâs Freyja, and pretend theyâre giving Freyja (Thor) to the Jotun to marry so Thor can get close enough to the Jotun to steal Mjolnir back.Â
Now typically when people talk about this story, itâs with an element of disbelieving comedy. âOh my god, who would believe Thor was a woman, let alone Freyja, the most beautiful goddess in the world?âÂ
But I propose a different way to look at the story.Â
See, different cultures have different beauty standards. Modern western beauty standards may be a delicate hourglass supermodel, but thatâs not always been the case. Greece, for instance, depicted Aphrodite like this:Â
Yeah. A Greek sculptor was told âsculpt the goddess of beautyâ and they thought âalright, fat rolls, thatâs where beauty is at, letâs do thisâ. And everybody else apparently agreed with them, because up went the statue. Beauty is a malleable concept is what Iâm getting at.Â
Now this is where it becomes relevant that Freyja is not just the goddess of love, sex, and beauty. Sheâs also the goddess of war. And the righteous dead. Goddess of war in the same Viking warrior culture that gave us shield maidens, women who wielded seven fucking kilogram (15 lbs) shields in combat.Â
Sooooo ⊠when the Norse storytellers said, âThis is Freyja, goddess of war and the righteous dead, who rode giant murder cats into battle, she is the most beautiful goddess in the worldâ, Iâm guessing they werenât thinking of her as some willowy waif. No, Iâm guessing they probably thought more along the lines of:
190 cm (6âČ3âł), broad shoulders, built like a brick shithouse, with a jawline like whoa, and fully capable of murdering everything in her path.
Put in that context, the story of Thor dressing up as Freyja sounds less like a punchline about âhow could anyone ever mistake Thor in a veil for Freyja?â and becomes more a case of âohhhhhhhhhhh, no wonder all the gods thought this plan would workâ.Â
It did, by the way. The plan totally worked.Â
âHow can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But youâll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter.â
â Charles Bukowski