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we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor
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i don't do bad sauce passes

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MAURICE. —directed by James Ivory
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
So you know.
This might be the real one, y’all.
I could use some luck
At this point I’ll try anything.
on being your brothers keeper
Reenactor throws a spear at a drone
What a time to be alive.
“The medieval warrior, realizing the consequences of his impulsive act, immediately approached the owner of the drone and offered to pay for the damage.
The owner of the drone was so impressed by the brilliant attack that he suggested organizing a competition for bringing down “dragons” with short spears next year.
Drone owners have another year to develop a unique “dragon-like” design for their flying machines.” (x)
I am 100% cooler with this knowing that the spear-thrower realized “oops maybe I shouldn’t have done that” and tried to make it right, and that the guy who the drone belonged to was cool with it
just so everyone knows, this has already been memorialized in a runestone
Everything about this post blesses those involved with a +4 on their next Today is Good Day roll
a rough translation of inscription on the runestone:
On the seventh day of May in the year of 2016 on hither spot the mighty warrior Ulf hath slain a dragon with his spear.
so yeah, happy birthday to this dragon-slaying event and to it only
Happy Ulf Hath Slain A Dragon With His Spear!
10 years!!
Still into The Pitt having thoughts of drawing dr Collins as Our Lady of Sorrows #missher
First time in awhile I drew art for myself. Love her. That's enough art for next 2 months <3
Something something the perspective of this moment as Mel calls in Langdon showing Robby watching them in the foreground.
Abbot said, "Why the fuck did they need Langdon back in there so badly, then? Robby, what is happening?”
#Perlah remains unsurprised
buns 🍑
“i’m not a quitter” - laëtitia hollard as nurse emma nolan | the pitt ➵ 2.12
emma and park's instagram pages when they start dating 🦈🦌 cr
Ship 160 ~ Posting my favorite ships
Brendon Park 🦈🦴 | Emma Nolan 🦌🩺
Always falling into a hole, then saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole which is not the grave, falling into a hole again, saying “ok, this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another one; sometimes falling into a hole within a hole, or many holes within holes, getting out of them one after the other, then falling again, saying “this is not your grave, get out of the hole”; sometimes being pushed, saying “you can not push me into this hole, it is not my grave,” and getting out defiantly, then falling into a hole again without any pushing; sometimes falling into a set of holes whose structures are predictable, ideological, and long dug, often falling into this set of structural and impersonal holes; sometimes falling into holes with other people, with other people, saying “this is not our mass grave, get out of this hole,” all together getting out of the hole together, hands and legs and arms and human ladders of each other to get out of the hole that is not the mass grave but that will only be gotten out of together; sometimes the willful-falling into a hole which is not the grave because it is easier than not falling into a hole really, but then once in it, realizing it is not the grave, getting out of the hole eventually; sometimes falling into a hole and languishing there for days, weeks, months, years, because while not the grave very difficult, still, to climb out of and you know after this hole there’s just another and another; sometimes surveying the landscape of holes and wishing for a high quality final hole; sometimes thinking of who has fallen into holes which are not graves but might be better if they were; sometimes too ardently contemplating the final hole while trying to avoid the provisional ones; sometimes dutifully falling and getting out, with perfect fortitude, saying “look at the skill and spirit with which I rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t!”
“what resembles the grave but isn’t” by Anne Boyer
flowers in the attic the origin's corrinne escaping one threat of incest through a different, less threatening kind of incest -> sounds silly but it's a nice addition from the show's part to underline the difference between incest as endogamic eccess aka patriarchal order VS incest as a paradoxical escape from eccessive endogamy and its patriarchal hierarchy into a more horizontal and therefore equalitarian relationship
Looking Back
by Ursula K. Le Guin
Remember me before I was a heap of salt, The laughing child who seldom did as she was told or came when she was called, The merry girl who became Lot’s bride, The happy woman who loved her wicked city. Do not remember me with pity. I saw you plodding on ahead into the desert of your pitiless faith. Those springs are dry; that earth is dead. I looked back, not forward, into death. Forgiving rains dissolve me, and I come still disobedient, still happy, home.
being bombed (or missil'd) rn