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Not elegant enough to be a vampire…. . not jock enough to be a werewolf.. ..

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goblin it is

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If Tumblr dies here’s a list of the places you can find me!

The woods at 3:48 am

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Geared Up https://www.artstation.com/artwork/e0JW3G https://www.instagram.com/briansumcreative/

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My Top 10 photos in no particular order. All OC > https://www.instagram.com/steveroe_/

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Dysphoria management tip: Go hang out in the fckng woods.

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I’m not thinking about my primary and secondary sex characteristics when I’m alone in the fckng woods! I’m thinking about moss and rocks and sticks and shit, not my tiddies.

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““Caw, caw!” A huge black crow circled above me in the air and landed on a rock nearby. We looked at each other in silence.

“Crow, are you a boy or a girl?”

“Caw, caw!”

I laughed and rolled over on my back. The sky was crayon blue. I pretended I was lying on the cotton white clouds. The earth was damp against my back. The sun was hot, the breeze was cool. I felt happy. Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.”

-Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues

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The Hill of Slain by Ted Nasmith

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Alfred de Dreux, Pug Dog in an Armchair, 1857, oil on canvas, Hermitage Museum, Saint Petersburg, Russia, source

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Me

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bassiter

California Dreamin' except you're a park ranger at Yosemite

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California Dreamin’ by The Mamas & The Papas except it’s playing from a box radio while you sit on the porch of a Yosemite Ranger Station in the very early morning. It’s summer. It’s 1979. And you love your job.

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They need to make 😔 this emoji with 🤠this hat

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when they say yeehaw but don’t ask haw yee

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Collected from the Egyptian desert in March of 1846, the Helix desertorum specimen was sent to the British Museum, where scientists thought it had expired in transit. It was glued to a cardboard display card shortly after.

One day four years later, curators noticed something strange about their catatonic mollusk: the shell seemed to have moved from its glued position and a trail of discoloration followed it.

Archivists removed it from the card to give it a bath, with a suspicion the snail might have in fact been slumbering.

After just a few minutes of exposure to moisture, the snail’s head poked from its shell and surveyed its new home with four eye stalks.

As the snail adjusted to active life again, it became a minor celebrity and sat for a portrait by the museum’s zoological artist for inclusion in a book on mollusks, seen below: