
Origami Around
One Nice Bug Per Day
trying on a metaphor
No title available
dirt enthusiast
Sade Olutola
taylor price

Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature

⁂

if i look back, i am lost

izzy's playlists!
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
ojovivo
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
cherry valley forever
No title available
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Stranger Things

Discoholic 🪩

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from France
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Kenya

seen from United States

seen from Bulgaria

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Ghana
seen from India

seen from Spain
seen from United States
seen from Poland
seen from United States

seen from Canada
seen from United States
@longlivetheheroesofourgeneration
I’m the guy in the blindfold
Actually me.
Still to this day my favorite comic
@ihavenoorgans submitted: I will trade you this picture of a security monitor for ideas for creatures/encounters/themes to be found in an oceanic spirit world forest
There’s an 85% chance this pic was taken in Florida
White People: “You blacks need to get over what we did to you. It was so long ago and it wasn’t even that bad. So what if us honest hard working christians could attend a lynching after church, where’s the issue in that?”
this shit was happening like 40 fucking years ago
hell this shit STILL HAPPENS
mind blowing
The fact that he has on a u.s. army sweatshirt is just …..
these two guys (including Army sweatshirt guy) were helping the one guy escape a white mob
there’s another photo of them helping him walk away to safety
who knows what really happened, history is all fucked up.
history is incredibly fucked up and the 1943 race riots in Detroit were incredibly fucked up
but the second photo is much more clear about the interactions between these three. Source on the 2nd photo was an issue of Life magazine from the time.
Well done Tumblr. You posted a picture without context and made two of the nicest people look like complete monsters.
Well they have a narrative to push so
Dishonesty? On *my* Tumblr?
the met gala saviour rushes to deliver the freshest look yet
You turn on the radio one morning to find another one of those Rap songs where every 4th word is a swear. Naturally the Radio bleeps it out, but you realize that it sounds familiar. You realize that the rappers are speaking in Morse code.
Your eyes widen as you swerve over onto the shoulder of the expressway, nearly hitting a Jeep Cherokee in the process. It didn’t matter to you. Frantically searching the glove compartment, the backseat, and your purse, you finally find a small notepad and a pen with a low ink cartridge. You listen closely to the radio, and begin to scribble down as much as you can. You realize it was merely a pattern.
— -. . / - .– — / - .– — / ..-. .. ..-. - -.–
Unfortunately for you, you aren’t very well versed in translating Morse code, merely recognizing it. You reach into your purse to grab your phone, but after a moment of searching, you realize you had left it at home before you left for work. “God damnit,” you mutter. You’re more than halfway to your office, and you’re already running late due to the fact that that you decided to follow some whim and jot down some cryptic message from a provocative rapper. Concluding that it would probably be best for you to mosey to work, you pull back onto the expressway and try to make it to work on time.
Upon arriving at work, you ask any coworker in sight if they know Morse code. Nobody seems to, and some don’t even know what Morse code is. You slump your shoulders in disappointment and head over to your desk, when suddenly, the quiet, mouse-like secretary clears her throat and says, “Excuse me, I know Morse code!”
You turn around with the same wide eyes as before. “You do!?” you ask vigorous excitement, which seems to startle the young woman.
“Yes,” she says, “when I was younger, I planned on joining the navy, so I taught it to myself.” You feel a bit sorry for her, that she wound up as a mere secretary instead of a naval officer, but that feeling of pity didn’t stop you from being grateful for the lucky coincidence of her knowing Morse code. You show her the pattern.
— -. . / - .– — / - .– — / ..-. .. ..-. - -.–
“That’s all there is?” she asks, furrowing her brow.
“Yeah,” you shrugged, “it just kept repeating that over and over again. What does it say?”
“One, two, two, fifty.”
Your heart sinks a little. “What is that? What does that mean, is it like a phone number or house address or something?”
The secretary shrugs. “I’m really sorry, I don’t know. It’s too short to be a phone number, but beyond deciphering it, I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
You nod slowly, and though you understand, you are still not at all satisfied. You go to sit at your desk. 1 2 2 50. The sequence plays over and over in your head all day, and needless to say, your curiosity an wonderment got the best of you. It was not a very productive work day.
You head home, and the same damned song plays on the radio. You shake your head as if that would make the song stop, then decide to plug 12250 into your GPS to see if there are any autofill results. None. You become increasingly frustrated.
When you get home, your daughter is sitting at the kitchen table, working on homework. She runs up to you and gives you a big hug, and asks about your day at work. You put on a fake smile and sigh. “Interesting,” you say— no doubt sugarcoating the intense excitement, disappointment, and confusion.
“Will you help me with my homework? I have to memorize something for my history class tomorrow.”
“Of course, doll! What are you memorizing?”
She hands you a laminated sheet of paper. “Roman numerals!”
You glance over the page, your eyes quickly darting from one, to two, to fifty.
It dawns on you. You’d recognize this pattern anywhere.
I II II L
i am more proud of this cake than I am my college degree.
When your show has a shitty reboot.
I’m sitting on the toilet.
imprisoned for her awful deeds
FREE HER
FREE THE INNOCENT CATSNAKE!
FREE HER IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR!!!!
Camouflaged Orange Oakleaf Butterfly