two-headed captive bolt

🇲🇽🇭🇷 danny / 29 / any prns / ⚢ 🌿🍄‍🟫👻 consumptive victorian woman(?). i make art, baked goods, and a lot of noise. icon art: @Neg_50asu on twitter

[0fficelady]

This blog is a view into what life is like when you are not chosen by god

[lockjawcounty]

i'm not actually really coming back to tumblr but i do want to share that i did make the taiwanese beef noodle soup btw. if you care

[wonders-of-the-cosmos]

Retrograde motion of Mars in the night sky of the Earth.

Image Credit: Tunc Tezel

[beadyeyes]

Can you post more skulls and skeletons and draw more skulls and skeletons and grim reapers and stuff and look up grim reapers and liches and demons and skeletons and post those too

[zegalba]

my vintage 1930’s black chain mail clutch

[c4n1ne]

Shrimp hitching a ride on a colonial radiolarian in the open ocean.

[punksandcannonballers]

just found the most fucked up plane

[punksandcannonballers]

bro what

[1980sspaceman]

bro how do you think airplanes get between airports

[punksandcannonballers]

[pancakeke]

lmao project runway season 12 has a guy with a cochlear implant and he said he’s not worried about anyone getting on his nerves because if they start he’ll just turn the device off.

[pancakeke]

Some other guys got into a screaming match and this guy stayed true to his word

[martemisss-deactivated20240213]

“nothing you were saying is worth my batteries” asjkxbdjzjxhzhnznzn

[s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s]

JAVELIN is out today. Thank you for listening. I love you.

This album is dedicated to the light of my life, my beloved partner and best friend Evans Richardson, who passed away in April. He was an absolute gem of a person, full of life, love, laughter, curiosity, integrity, and joy. He was one of those rare and beautiful ones you find only once in a lifetime—precious, impeccable, and absolutely exceptional in every way.

I know relationships can be very difficult sometimes, but it’s always worth it to put in the hard work and care for the ones you love, especially the beautiful ones, who are few and far between. If you happen to find that kind of love, hold it close, hold it tight, savor it, tend to it, and give it everything you’ve got, especially in times of trouble. Be kind, be strong, be patient, be forgiving, be vigorous, be wise, and be yourself. Live every day as if it is your last, with fullness and grace, with reverence and love, with gratitude and joy. This is the day the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.

Thank you. I love you.  XOS

Sufjan Stevens - Javelin

Listen to Javelin by Sufjan Stevens.

[lostryu]

the butch agenda is threatening a guys masculinity so he goes out to help how wife in the pouring rain

[lostryu]

his wife was yelling for him to help her outside of target because she had a large and heavy shelf. It’s raining hard and she’s called for him 4 times no response or effort to move. i walked up and offered to help her, 2 seconds later man practically falls outta the passenger seat. never seen a guy jump outta a car so quick…

[wormswhosaybruh]

Some plane drawings I did recently cuz I keep watching aviation videos. Some silly little ones and some realistic ones I really enjoyed doing

[inthesensethat-deactivated20240]

[lake-erie]

Frog and cranberries it must be fall.

[dollypartonswig]

[professionalchaoticdumbass]

most complicated way to cook an egg

atmospheric reentry

[myxomycota]

Ceratiomyxa fruticulosa var. arbuscula by Eric Cho

‘arbuscula’ means shrub-like !

[bogleech]

these don't last long but what if somewhere in the world for just a moment there was a little tiny patch of these just like this but there also happened to be a teeny tiny empty snail shell under them and a tiny little raindrop pond and a little spider lived in the snail shell a while

[lifeinpoetry]

For My Friends, in Reply to a Question

I’m okay. And, of course, I’m not, but I go through the motions. I wake up to the alarm’s howl, even when the word in my body is no. I dress in livid colors. I blacken the hairs of each eyebrow. I bake & braise & pickle. I write & read & lose hours to the blur of the television. I sit for hours in the bath, my skin puckering. I don’t know if I’ll ever go home again. I don’t know who I’ve seen for the last time. The Arabic comes back to me in streaks of paint, verb forms & vocabularies I may never again have occasion to use. My days smudge into one another & it’s not that I am afraid. It’s as if I am watching it all happen below, & I am somewhere above the room, wondering if the rice is burning. I am somewhere above the room, watching my new aches, watching the news as if I am reading it in a novel. I look up the names of people I knew in childhood, learn their new & angular faces, their faraway lives. My grandfather pixelates into a smile & I work my creaking muscles to replicate it. I do not ask if we will ever meet again, I do not ask him to read to me, or for anything that will make me long. I dull it with sugar & oil, with cooking shows, with sleep. I sleep twelve hours each night & in my dreams I am fleeing a war, in my dreams I am touching the faces of my friends, we are each one of us touching, & even in the dream we are afraid.

— Safia Elhillo, from Girls That Never Die