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@one-red-shoe
My friend: can I ask you for relationship advice?
Me: *prepares a wheel of fortune where the only two options are "communicate" and "break up"* yeah sure go ahead
Literally no one:
Not a single soul:
Male authors:
[Image text from a novel:
"I like your mother. You have your mother's breasts."
"Her breasts."
"Great stand-up tits," he said.]
sorry I think we’re sleeping on
This author is either writing a parody or they’re an alien
this is Cosmopolis by Don DeLillo. it’s a really weird novel about a man going to get a haircut that’s also a pretty explicit criticism of the 1%.
the main character is a multimillionaire who’s so fixated on money and materialism that he’s basically forgotten how to be a normal human being and connect with people. that conversation above is him talking to his new wife. at one point, he even says something like, “this is good. we are having a conversation. this is what people do.”
sex is not supposed to be about what you can tolerate!!!!! sex is supposed to be about what you genuinely want and enjoy!!!!! and if you’re traumatized and/or not straight, believe me, I know it’s not that simple to figure out what it is that you actually want and enjoy.
you’re not a bad person if you do something that you don’t particularly enjoy because, for example, it makes your partner happy, but always remember: you have no obligation to engage in sexual activities that you don’t fully like and enjoy.
and you don’t ever, ever need to justify that - if your partner has an issue with “It makes me kind of uncomfortable” or “I don’t really like it”, then that person does not deserve a moment of your time, in or outside of the bedroom. you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone; you don’t have to meet anyone’s standards of acceptable vs. unacceptable activity (or lack thereof); you don’t have to force yourself to be comfortable with something because of any perceived political connotations of performing or refusing that act.
saying yes because you feel guilty about saying no is not consent. saying yes because you’re scared of what will happen if you say no is not consent. saying yes because you figure you might as well just endure it is not consent. sex ed on here and elsewhere doesn’t give a single shit about traumatized people and I wish someone had told me all of this a lot sooner.
also sex should never be part of any transaction. i’ve seen posts talking about asexuality that say, “i have sex with him and he does laundry, like any other division of chores.” sex should never be a chore or some kind of necessary labor you grit your teeth through. doing dishes is necessary, sex is not
“Ok Blue, what do we have in our handy dandy notebook? sOmE mOtHEr fUcKiN’ TeA!”
“Why is there no “A?”
“Wait sHiT”
Read the whole thing because it is honestly one of the most horrifying stories I’ve ever heard. What is wrong with that family?!
I read the whole thing, and HOLY SHIT. I actually think she could press charges for repeated attempts at murder for this one.
We’ve found them. The Absolute Worst Humans on Earth
reminder that there are in fact multiple people alive who not only disbelieve in allergies but are offended that other people have them
This is the most accurate description I’ve ever found, thought it was worth spreading ❀
#5Years: August 9 will always be bittersweet for me. Mike Brown should be here today, plain and simple. He deserved a full and joyful life. In the wake of his murder, so many of us have been reborn though. Nothing will ever make his loss worth it, but I am forever grateful to the movement born out of it. On August 9, 2014, the people of Ferguson rose up, and the world has never been the same since.
Rest in Power, Peace, and Love, Mike Brown. We will never forget you. We fight for you now and forever. #StayWoke #FarFromOver #MikeBrownForever
Toni Morrison, a Nobel Laurete, an icon of the literary world, and an elder in the womanisn movement has died at the age of 88. Born Chloe Ardelia Wofford, Morrison was an unfailing leader in the push for Black women narratives and wrote such classics as Song of Solomon, Sula, and Beloved, the latter of which earned her a Pulitzer Prize. Much can be said about the transformative power of her works, but I’d rather leave you with her own words right now:
“You can’t fly with regrets of yesterdays on your wings.
You can’t fly if you’re still in love with that ex that’s bad for you. Give that shit up!
You can’t fly if you’re afraid of standing up and taking power. Give that shit up!
You can’t fly if you’re spending the time you should be using to fly on other less important things. Give that shit up!
Focus on flying, if you wanna to fly. Because if you really wanna fly, nothing should be able to stop you. And if you’re not flying, realize something is. And lose that shit!”
Rest in Power, Toni Morrison. Thank you for the gift of your words and the beauty of your life.
Scientist bakes sourdough bread with yeast derived from 4500 year old Egyptian pottery
i'm losing my mind @ this thread......historie......
“How are commercials in your country” Well…
The background music truly is the cherry on an already perfectly iced cake.
Cumbia Thanos
Tag urself: sensory issues edition
When you start opening up to people
when you go to therapy
I wish something would actually go right for me
This entire summer, I've been struggling with my own internal depressive state, my anxiety, my fear, my hopelessness. I've been struggling with external things too, other's guilt and heartbreak and fear and anxiety. I've been blamed for things I didn't intend and cut out for reasons outside of my control and hurt again and again. I've cried more in a single week this summer, every one of the weeks, than I have in the entire past decade of my life.
And through all of that time, nothing good ever happened. It's been the worst roller coaster: only downs, no ups. Not even a moment in the sky. Nothing went right for me, no matter how badly I wanted it to, no matter how hard i tried to make it go right. My laughter was fake, my smiles were forced, I can't trust my own sense of security anymore, and now I'm ending this summer with only loss and fear and guilt and no happy memories to look back on.
And through it all, I'm losing all hope that I'll ever have a happy ending of my own.
I already don't have any hope that the fall will be any better.