That’s OK because this is a seaplane.

Libby / 27 / New Englander in Cali Whatever it is, let’s make it a good one. I’m here for me (and also my icon). What’s on special: BNHA, F1, NHL, art.

[ororium-z]

Happy Pride!

[rootbeergoddess]

Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions

[thesaltofcarthage]

I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.

[thatbutler]

Endless Sailor Moon: 7/?

[normalgoalie]

Ok new plan: we sneak in in the middle of the night and steal the cup so they can’t award it, and are forced to cancel the playoffs,

[patron-saint-of-boston-hockey]

[garykingz]

George Russell you're so fucking cute and silly and whimsical and hilarious I'm sorry everyone who hates you is such a loser

[animations-daily]

SNOOPY, COME HOME dir. Bill Melendez

[beauvilliers]

Stanley Cup Playoffs 2026: Round 2, Game 3 Buffalo Sabres @ Montreal Canadiens | May 10, 2026

[writingdose]

a writer’s struggle

[lornaka]

I like how this wip looks at this stage, so I thought I'd just post it

[ryebreadgf]

real yearners miss shit that never even happened

[headspace-hotel]

Asunder is basically the most classic way to be torn, and if you're looking to be cleft, in twain is a vintage but stunning choice

[boycritter]

"unbecoming" is such a great word. bro that shit was so rude you no longer Are

[eggpuffs]

i think about this scene all the time

[lexxnova]

Don’t forget to imagine the best case scenario too

[thiingamajiig]

different, but the same

[alevolpe]

[ameliacloud]

The Moss Palace, by Linda Pastan

from “PM/AM New and Selected Poems”

At Kokodera you saw as many kinds of moss as there are names for snow among the eskimos, and the moss lay in deep banks like snow.  You tell me of soft jade between the stones, of fur on the north side of trees, of wild pincushions at the edge of a stream, as smooth as the pads of an animal’s paw when it  rests its tamed head upon your lap. Moss serves no purpose the gardener says, neglect your lawn and moss will overtake it.   I want to be overtaken by moss, to walk in my bare feet on twenty different kinds, to move from the hardness of rock to sudden velvet and sink the way I sink in the green of your eyes when you speak of going with me to Japan, when the place where my body stops and yours begins is moss. 

[twilightofadead]