i am here t appreciate my moping/solitude
we're not kids anymore.
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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i am here t appreciate my moping/solitude
on being single
I was worried about being single. or sad about it. I thought I would be lonely and very aware of being alone.
But instead I feel free. free to spend an entire night making tofu dumplings or yogurt or reading a novel or at the gym pretending to lift. and free to fill me life with people or not.
I’ve never felt so alone & liked it so much.
i bought a pack of korean exfoliating towels and literally nothing feels better than showering & scrubbing oodles of dead skin off your body. Once a week i feel like a newborn baby.
i just gave my cat a piece of brie & now she hates me and is giving me looks like “this has existed this whole time and i’m just finding out about it now?”
Me: reaches out to someone for help Me, beating myself with a pole: 🔪THIS🔪 IS 🔪NOT 🔪THEIR 🔪PROBLEM 🔪LEAVE 🔪THEM 🔪ALONE🔪 STOP 🔪DRAGGING 🔪OTHER 🔪PEOPLE 🔪DOWN 🔪WITH 🔪YOU🔪
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This is - elucidating. I have a job (the repatriation of Native American human remains and sacred objects) that specifically involves the confrontation of these issues on a daily basis, so this is a pretty useful list for me for understanding exactly what I rub up against when I get static about what I do. I.e., I don’t always fully understand the parameters of why I face resistance to repatriation, or policy changes, or, shit, even just my own fucking presence a lot of the time. I guess I’ve noticed that, if you’re not White, even your basic frame of reference can set White people off simply because it’s not their frame of reference. This is probably really naive and stupid of me after 40+ years of experiencing this, but - it’s still fucking bewildering every time it happens.
Every white person should read essays/research on white fragility. In order to start uprooting the roots of our racism, we need to be able to locate them and know how deep they go. Any time you feel uncomfortable when dealing with issues of race, that’s a sign you’ve found one, and an opportunity to unlearn whatever racist belief has been growing in you.
Does everyone have a friend who guilts you for not hanging out with them but also literally never asks you to hang out
THIS IS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENS WHEN YOU FORGET TO RINSE THE TUB OUT AFTER USING A LUSH INTERGALATIC BATHBOMB!
He’s fine. He got a bath.
Lush glitter is made of seaweed.
i made new tip jars at my job, team mystic is in the lead so far.
http://d.pr/i/qnta
UPDATE
TEAM VALOR
wait did someone on team mystic put their whole damn debit card in there
👀 Thanks for the face beat Slater
I don’t owe people anything, and I don’t have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.
Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story (via wordsnquotes)
New mantra
I cut 14 habaneros yesterday & today my fingers still burn. Oops
Moving on, as a concept, is for stupid people, because any sensible person knows grief is a long-term project. I refuse to rush. The pain that is thrust upon us let no man slow or speed or fix.
Max Porter, Grief is the thing with feathers
I cannot stop thinking about this book, it left me gasping
(via arabellesicardi)
In a sense the day they are spare ribs and drove to McCarran had ceased to exist, had never happened at all: she was the only one left who remembered it.
Joan Didion, Play It As It Lays
It occurred to Maria that whatever arrangements were made, they worked less well for women
Joan Fusion, Play It As It Lays