ever since I started my 30s this plays in my head every year on my birthday

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ever since I started my 30s this plays in my head every year on my birthday
Textile patterns from the Igbo women’s weaving industry at Akwete, now in southern Abia State. National Library of the Netherlands, The Hague.
i'm not as sick as yesterday which i'm happy for since it sucks to be sick on your birthday. something i've noticed in recent years is that getting sick "hits the reset button" for me. like, the past few times I've gotten sick, i've had a buildup of stress/weakness/exhaustion that I knew I had to take care of, and I didn't take care of soon enough. Getting sick forced me to stop and care for myself and mentally it pulls me out of the world I was in and resets me so I'm not still doing whatever was stressing me out/am at least now taking care of myself in a way I wasn't before. i just wish i was better at catching it before it turns into sickness
this time was weeks of feeling frustrated about my apartment not being set up yet and not making time for fun/not being able to chill out and rest with boxes and stuff everywhere holding massive energy. i started getting really bloated and feeling off, and last weekend it was piquing as my period was trying to come. I decided to still go to NoLA and meet my friend. I knew we'd go out and see music/party but I had a migraine and felt off the whole time. She was so nice and we just chilled by the river and at Flora's, but once we did head out to see music the night started to drag. I was tired going into it but I perked up with a whiskey coke. I tapped out at 1am and stopped drinking but we didn't head back to her friends house until almost 4am. My body was so out of whack I barely slept, and was a husk when we got up at 8 and went for breakfast. This might have been recoverable if I just went home and slept all day, but I went to a friend's grad party Sunday night and stayed until 11. I was happy I went, but Saturday had set me off so wrong I was barely functioning. Monday I woke up with a sore throat and by Tuesday I had to leave work early, and then take yesterday off. I feel like I just need to journal this but my journal is still packed in boxes so I'm just putting this here for now. What have been my takeaways....? I think I knew I was off on Saturday and that day should have been a soft rest and recovery day. Seeing the music at 9 was even pushing it, and I could feel I was completely depleted. This goes back to something I've been working on... accountability and standing up for myself. My friend wasn't really reading that I was burnt out at 1am and I should have told her it was time for my night to end. And in the larger scheme, I can't put off stressful things -- I have to deal with them as they come up, otherwise the buildup will catch ujp with me. I also think the cold air at work is taking a toll on me, but for now, I'm going to focus on what I can control -- realizing when I'm at my limit and taking care of myself. I'm tired of having nights where things get pushed beyond control and my body and mind pay for it
Trumpeter Ernestine ‘Tiny’ Davis (left) and saxophonist Willie Mae ‘Rabbit’ Wong (right) travelling with the International Sweethearts of Rhythm on a European tour, circa 1945.
At the end of the day
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Would it be considered “gay” to go for a walk in the evening?
Seattle Central College is trying to close the only public wood tech college in the state of Washington, which is one of if not the only avenue into woodworking trades for people who usually aren't hired to be trained on-site: queer, trans, neurodivergent and disabled students, and women. Which is exactly what most of the students in the program are.
The reason according to the college is that they want to sell the building to fix the school's budget; they also claim the wood tech college has a severe budget deficit, but they've failed to follow through on any promises to try to fix that (including hiring a permanent dean, so the school has someone to advocate for them... which they haven't had in at least a decade).
The reason according to some students & staff is that Seattle College's VP has a grudge against the lead carpentry instructor & has been trying to get her program shut down for years to get rid of her.
Students are trying to make some noise about it, in hopes that the college backs down and they can work towards the long-term fixes Seattle College keeps failing to follow through on.
The future is unclear for one of the Puget Sound region’s only comprehensive training programs for carpentry and boatbuilding.
If you can sign this little petition & share this around, it'd help the school out a ton!
It shows the school they're going to get pushback, which has changed their mind about this in the past.
Save Wood Technology Center's 90 year Legacy
It would be really cool if we could help get this to 1k!
There are less than 200 students at the wood tech college, so makes a really big impact when anyone else signs and shows that people outside of just students really care about this.
There were like 230 signatures when I first posted this- I'm really grateful to everyone who's already helped out. It means a lot!
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what the FUCK is wrong with my ex
for context, he left last june to do an americorps program and told me our relationship would just be "on pause." in august i found he'd reopened his tinder account and populated it with photos that I took of him during our last time together, and songs we'd enjoyed togehter. I called him. he said that wasn't what he wanted and that he still wanted to get back together when he returned july 2026.
he barely spoke to me for six months, and in december there was a turning point where he started talking to me more, and being weak, I thought this meant he was renewing interest. in january, he called me and told me he'd been considering whether it could work out and decided it couldn't. he told me it wouldn't be fair to me, because he always had a way of telling me what was best for me. really, it was about his desire to "be free" which, in essense, means he lost interest in me and was unwilling to just say it.
today, in a spiral induced by an early-onset period after days of Benadryl induced insomnia (caused by an allergic reaction on tuesday) I decided I wanted to listen to classical music to cheer up. I typed the word "romantic" into the search bar and realized the playlist he'd added to me to during our early dating, "feeling romantical" was no longer there. that playlist was strange to me, because he made it for himself before we met. then he added me to it and played it during our encounters. but then around maybe the time of my birthday, or no, maybe august during our "pause" he updated the cover images to one of his nude portrait drawings. not anything to do with me which i found odd since that's a shared playlist between us now. i forgot all about that until now, i return and see that January 30th, FIVE DAYS after the phone call with me, he added a bunch more songs. now the title is no longer feeling romantic but vibatious or something. i don't know when that happened. and i'm 100% tailspinning from how destabilized my body has been after my allergic reaction and now possibly suddenly getting my period out of the blue. BUT. why can't people just fucking leave things alone. why do you have to mess with stuff that was part of our story. he really didn't care never cared i don't know what happened with us but i know he must see my name when he edits the playlist. maybe he's truly a narcissist
Bedroom molecules assembling
i feel so sensual and connected to feelings and the earth tonight
Salman Toor (Pakistani, 1983), The Reader, 2022. Oil on linen, 18 x 24 in.