shark vs the universe
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Misplaced Lens Cap
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
blake kathryn
NASA
Sade Olutola
art blog(derogatory)
we're not kids anymore.
Discoholic 🪩
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trying on a metaphor
oozey mess
#extradirty
Claire Keane
@theartofmadeline
Peter Solarz
DEAR READER
Product Placement
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@psychologicallybroken
I made a new tumblr.
Random porn blogs and spam blogs keep following me and I'm tired of it, because I feel like I can't even share anything personal anymore. Like pictures of my daughter. So I made a new blog. Ask me for it if I matter!!
Spread the word.
Favorite story posts part 1
That last one
My dad says the ‘making love in a canoe’ about american beer
THESE ARE FUCKING GOLD
aw baby!!!
I could seriously watch this all day
The way he starts raising his voice 😩😩 omg
Oh my god
His thinking face is so cute! 😩😍
The squeak he makes when he says oh 😩😍
Walking on quicksand is possible because it’s a non-newtonian fluid.Basically, there are lots and lots of sand particles suspended in water but as there are so many, when you step on it the water is forced out and it becomes a solid. If you waited in one spot then you would sink in.
How do I know I am a millennial? I require no explanation for anything entertaining. I show my folks a funny video of a cockatoo having an argument with a dude jumping on its empty cage, and they’re like, Where did you find this? Why is that happening? I don’t know. I don’t care. It was on the Internet. That’s the only context I can give you.
I bet Hillary Clinton gets desperate and comes out with a Formation remix to try to get more young voters
“Y'all haters corny with that old Bernie Sanders mess” “I got voters in Alabama and Louisiana” “I got support from the negros and the Creoles and them Texas Bamas!”
“but i got mayonnaise in my bag, swag”
“Okay, okay, okay, all supporters lets just get in formation” “Prove to me you got some vote registration!” “Slay Trump or you get eliminated”
living in europe and hearing about the usa elections thru social medias is wild cause you get to know the candidates only via memes. so you got Cool Granpa, Unhip Lady, racist piece of corn and. a serial killer?
Tumblr Code.
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
always reblog tumblr identification
This is an absolute tumblr relic. I feel like an archaeologist right now. This is incredible that this is on my dash.
Reblogging this once more because my mom and I legitimately laughed to tears.
this is my favorite video on the internet
All these interesting parts in Harry Potter and my favourite is the one where Dennis Creevey falls into the lake off-screen
Twinkle Twinkle fucking why
Can’t I draw the other eye
What the fuck’s up with your nose
Fuck those folds in all your clothes
Twinkle Twinkle fucking shit
Fuck this art, I’m done I quit.
Little artist, please don’t cry, I’ll help you draw that fucking eye.
If your features seem rather whack, Flip the canvas and drive them back.
If traditional is more your trend, Then notice senpai Wilhelm Bendz!
If all this seems a total waste, Then fucking cheat with cut and paste.
Making art’s a no-rules fight, Uh, beware my power, Green Lantern’s light.
THIS POST!
My great-grandmother was pregnant for over a decade of her life.
She was pregnant at least fifteen times, had over a dozen children. Raised all of them in a big rambling farmhouse in central Pennsylvania.
And I thought about her this afternoon, lying in bed with my spouse after my lazy weekend nap, snuggling him and burying my nose in his hair, taking deep breaths of the scent of his skin. This man who is the center of my universe, my best friend, one of two reasons why I literally decided I had to live and kept fighting through the pain after surgery when I really wanted to just let go and die: I held him closer and I thought of her.
I thought of how family myth tells us that after a decade of being pregnant pretty much constantly, she kicked my great-grandfather out of their house. How she made him go live in his workshop, and he came to the house for meals and to check in.
But he slept in his workshop.
Not because she didn’t love him, but because she did.
She loved him, and if they slept in the same bed together, these two people who had crossed an ocean together, had built a life together after getting out of Poland together, they’d have sex. And because cheap, reliable, universal birth control wasn’t available then, and she was terribly fecund, apparently, she’d become pregnant again, inevitably.
My great-grandmother was TIRED of being pregnant.
So she kicked her love out of the house, and he went. He lived in his workshop, on their farm, and they stopped sleeping together, in every sense of the word. My father tells me he remembers as a child his grandfather sitting outside his workshop, leaning back on his chair, and looking up at the house in which he couldn’t sleep anymore, just… sad.
They missed each other desperately from across the yard.
I listen to @adhocavenger sleep, to the sound of his breathing, a sound that’s as familiar to me as my own heartbeat, and I can’t imagine having to sleep away from him for long. To have to separate myself from my spouse or to have to completely eschew having the kind of sex they obviously enjoyed having. To not have him close enough at night that I can curl up to him and breathe in the scent of his skin.
And that, I think, is the sort of thing that I think maybe I take for granted. That I know I can be secure in the knowledge that I can have sex with my spouse when I want to, and not have a baby.
The personal is political. I do not want our country to continue to slide backward on reproductive freedom. I do not want us to lose our freedom, threatened and small as it may be.
There are a thousand small tragedies that we talk about from the Olde Days. The unwanted baby of the unmarried lass, of course.
But my heart breaks tonight for the story I was told as a child, of the lovingly married couple who had to sleep apart because she was just damn tired of being pregnant.
Because she’d been pregnant for a DECADE of her life.
Thank you for sharing this. I had never considered that aspect of the birth control revolution.
