existing or living?

should i stay or should I go?

[unholypsychic]

"Oh, boy! I just got two asks! Whatever could they be!" The humble inbox:

[itmeansalot]

[itmeansalot]

[swedishjazz]

[maureen2musings]

Dressed to impress

abrunophoto

[micromontage]

saturday already. my one precious life.

[micromontage]

My one precious life.

[riverwindphotography]

Blaze-orange Aspen (c) gif by riverwindphotography, September 2025

[photographersunite]

[sustancy]

[theconcealedweapon]

[kropotkindersurprise]

October 2025 - Palestinians in Gaza are returning to the ruins of their homes and starting the process of rebuilding after the immense and deliberate destruction of civillian homes and infrastructure by Israel (which, like most things Israel has done since it was founded, is a war crime).

Groups of Palestinians scavenged materials for rebuilding by dismantling the abandoned "aid sites" where American war-profiteers GHF and IDF distributed UN food aid, and killed more than 2000 desperate Palestinian aid seekers.

You can donate to the Gaza municipality [here], to help pay for the reconstruction of critical infrastructure like roads, water and sanitation. [video]

[wordpress-blaze-246574993]

Counting Spoons

This morning,

I open my eyes to find only seven spoons

lying in a small, dented cup by my bed.

The world asks for twenty.

One spoon — just to sit up.

To blink against the ache in my joints,

to gather my breath and convince my heart

that gravity is worth the fight.

Two more — for a shower.

Steam curling over stiff shoulders,

the heat loosening nothing,

my hands heavy as wet towels.

One — to get dressed.

It takes all the grace I have

to pull fabric over skin

that burns at a whisper of touch.

Another — for breakfast.

Lifting the mug,

stirring the spoon,

pretending the taste matters more than the exhaustion in my jaw. 

One — for a phone call.

Because words weigh more than dishes,

and smiling through pain

Keeping up appearances 

is its own kind of heavy labor.

By noon, I am out of spoons.

The day still stretches,

hungry and demanding,

but my hands hold only air.

I borrow from tomorrow.

I always borrow from tomorrow.

And tomorrow will wake me

with fewer spoons in the cup.

Source: Counting Spoons

[whyenn-reader]

disabilities are not superpowers, that being said having auditory processing disorder my entire life made me insane at freestyling, cause my mental libary of homophobic phrases (rhymes) is massive and keeps expanding every day

[whyenn-reader]

HOMOPHONIC PHRASES HOMOPHONIC HOMOPHONIC SOUNDALIKES RHYMES ECHOS

HAVING AN EXTENDED LIBRARY OF HOMOPHOBIC PHRASES DOES NOT HELP YOU WITH FREESTYLING UNLESS YOU ARE EMINEM.

[whyenn-reader]

NOT THIS ONE IM BEGGING

[arikot27]

[catasters]

[pukicho]

Well, this is definitely the hardest thing I've made in 3D before. Textured just using that one image up above. Modeled out of a plane.

[skywardnerd]

Scrolling tumblr and seeing Pukicho posting a picture of my actual commute freaked the fuck out of me for a second.

[ether--net]

[gokucat]

feeding her stuffie must live on....