Origami Around
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Not today Justin
$LAYYYTER
Jules of Nature
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if i look back, i am lost
almost home
Love Begins
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Peter Solarz
NASA
blake kathryn
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art blog(derogatory)
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Cosmic Funnies
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@poolnoodlerescuer
Hey all, while we're busy normalizing women with hairy legs, hairy armpits and bushy pubes, let's also normalize women with hairy upper lips, hairy chins, hairy side burns, hairy chests, and all the other places where women are supposedly magically hair-free.
RULES FOR DATING MY DAUGHTER:
my daughter cannot, through action or inaction, harm a human or allow a human to come to harm
a daughter at rest or in constant motion remains at rest or in constant motion unless acted upon by another force
daughters are never created or destroyed, only transformed
always treat every daughter as loaded, even if you know she isn't
you do not talk about my daughter
The best way I can describe to an allo person how you feel about sex as a topic as a sex-repulsed or averse asexual is that it feels like a hype that never ends. As though Despicable Me came out and everyone around you was sending minion facebook memes to each other for years to come. The stores are full of minion themed products; they're in ads and your friends talk about them all the time. And deep in your heart you're like "I'm glad that they're able to enjoy something I personally don't like and am not interested in :3". But there is always this little voice in the back of your head that's like "If I have to see ONE MORE of these little yellow FUCKERS today then God help us all." You make an active choice to communicate only the former.
The Waco Times-Herald, Texas, June 19, 1936
my favorite activities are wandering and wondering
it’s always a think piece about “why aren’t young people drinking” “why aren’t young people traveling” “why aren’t young people buying houses” “why aren’t young people optimistic for the future” w these elaborate hypothetical reasons
meanwhile the actual answer never changes: we broke, babes (and we live in a capitalistic corporate hellscape sucking the life out of us and the planet)
Daily gratitude
I don’t have kids
I don’t spend money on nicotine
I don’t gamble my money away on sports
I’m not reliant on a chat bot for all my life functions
My books/CDs/DVDs collection is plentiful
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
Reblogged again for this drawing I made for it
Give us room to grow and see how we flourish.
Most unserious animal
there is an IMAGE in my HEAD and i cannot DRAW IT. hatred and rage.
there is a CONVERSATION in my HEAD and I cannot WRITE IT. rage and hatred
there is a VIDEO in my HEAD And i cannot ANIMATE IT. hage and ratred
There is a GAME in my HEAD and I cannot CODE IT. Ratred and hage.
there is a SONG in my HEAD and I cannot COMPOSE IT. haged and rate.
there is a MOVIE in my HEAD and i cannot FILM IT. raged and hate
there is a CRAFT in my HEAD and i cannot BUILD IT. snage and snatred
there is a CRAFT in
my HEAD and i cannot BUILD
IT. snage and snatred
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
People who recycle and put their trash in their pocket until they find a trash can and people who pick up liter when they see it and people who still cut the six-pack rings so animals don’t get trapped or choke on them and people who move turtles out of the road and people who stop for ducks and geese to cross all have a very special place in my heart. You are so good to this world and earth. I hope you know that.
@shark-boys
daughter (non-practicing)
sister (deadbeat)
Listen, this is my time to speak my truth: I love a template.
steve rogers was told by his old love interest that she lived her life, now it’s time for him to live his and when natasha asked him what he’s looking for in a partner, he says someone with shared life experience. we then promptly meet the winter soldier/bucky barnes who breaks thru of 70 years of memory loss and programming bc of his love for steve (the one face hydra could never take from him). we also find out that their catchphrase is ‘til the end of the line aka til death do we part.
but no no you’re right we all definitely read way to far into it
Oh, the despair of a birthday. Hoping so desperately that the people you live with know you enough to gift presents that are what you would like. A card would have been better.
trinity santos is a study in fandom misogyny because they gave her all the characteristics fandoms usually salivate for in men, being gruff, quippy and misunderstood with a tragic backstory but a heart of gold beneath it all. they put all this into her AND let her be a lesbian. she's everything you could ever want in a character but she's not a man so half the fandom either hates her or constantly mischaracterizes her as petty, callous and aggressive while doing mental gymnastics to baby the male characters around her
