i dont care if monday sucks... tuesday cost me sixty bucks... wednesday thursday give no fucks. it's friday im a duck
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i dont care if monday sucks... tuesday cost me sixty bucks... wednesday thursday give no fucks. it's friday im a duck
"Girls' Last Tour (Shoujo Shuumatsu Ryokou)" manga series by Tsukumizu new prequel titled "Collected Fragments of a Layered City (Kaisou Toshi Tanpenshuu)" starts on June 26, 2026 on Kurage Bunch
The story of prequel recording the events that lead to the world's apocalypse in "Girls' Last Tour"
you think that it's cute when I, normally really expressive and emotional, go totally dead eyed and expressionless while I'm hurting someone.
The difference between 1/2 cup of rice and 1 cup of rice is like 18 cups of rice
kicking my feet and giggling like a schoolgirl in love to myself while muttering "i'm going to kill you. i'm going to fucking kill you"
I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.
1) any stretching is better than no stretching
2) any vegetable is better than no vegetable
3) statistically you will never be the worst person at anything, there is always someone in the world who is worse at stuff than you are
ill just say what everyone's thinking. everyone i love has a shining thing that i lack and the only way i can have it is to claim them and never let them escape
Ryo
step one: be extremely depressed during covid-19 quarantine
step two: in your diffidence, leave many half-drunk glasses of water around your apartment
step three: your cat, who is stupider than any other mammal on earth, living or dead, starts drinking from your many abandoned water cups
step four: the cat now believes these are for her
step five: years later, you keep a glass of water on your bed side stand. not such a strange sight. however, it is the cat's glass of water. she loves it. she drinks from it, she sleeps beside it on the bed next to your pillow to jealously guard it from harm, she cries when the level gets too low and she can't cram her little head in far enough to reach the water. when overnight guests are there you have to explain that even if they are parched in the night, they don't wanna drink the glass of water, because that is the cat's glass of water.
slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp
slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp
you know how easy it was to get this picture? i picked her up, smooched her on her little head, put her down on the bed facing it, and she went "!!!! ooomye glase ofwater🥰" and started slurpin
i tried to tell her she's famous now. she licked me
i miss you, little bug. be good out there<3
No. 14 (White and Greens on Blue), Mark Rothko, 1998, Oil on Canvas, 90.2 × 69.9 cm
Babe, you okay? you reblogged “and we were nice to each other” like 12 times again
its awesome that neither mind reading nor god are real and all of the thoughts inside of your head are completely private and consequenceless forever #myprivacy
long distance friends pets feel like celebrities because you can only be parasocial with them
you dont truly know how their fur pets. you will never know them like that
furthermore they have no clue you even exist
how do you stick to a creative endeavour for more than 3 days at a time
lifelong depression has absolutely fried my brain everyone tells me "just do the thing you want to do and enjoy doing in order to improve at it" and i look at them like they're a fucking alien with unnatural powers
i tell them "you could not possibly understand how many times I've tried and failed to do that" then they look at me like I'm the alien. i guess i am the alien. living should not feel like such a burden to me
they should make a backrooms movie where theres no humans and a bunch of cats just roam around them