Kiana Khansmith
sheepfilms
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
oozey mess
hello vonnie
izzy's playlists!
One Nice Bug Per Day
RMH
@theartofmadeline
almost home
Cosimo Galluzzi
AnasAbdin
Peter Solarz
if i look back, i am lost
Show & Tell
#extradirty
Kaledo Art
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@retired-ceo
spin this wheel of all the pokemon. you now have to fight this pokemon. just you and it, bare-knuckle
do you win
easily
it's hard, but i do it
could go either way
i might make it, but probably not
fuck no
In 1970, my mother's family adopted an intellectually disabled man named Horace. Horace was 56, and had been in an institution since 1921.
My uncle, who was 19, was working as an orderly at the institution where Horace lived. He only stayed a few months as the abuse he witnessed was too much for him. He had become friends with Horace and told him "I'll come back for you."
Horace replied "They all say that."
By that Christmas, Horace lived with my uncle and his family. My grandparents did the official adoption. Horace had never seen a Christmas tree, and that was his first real Christmas.
Horace died in 2010, at the age of 96. He laid down for a nap and just slipped away.
At least two generations of children grew up with him. He felt immortal to us. He loved Hot Wheels, pizza, cartoons and to talk to the portrait of my grandparents as he sat in his rocking chair.
He knew everyone's birthday. He loved unconditionally.
He had scars on his back from the institutions. If you asked him about that place, his face would screw up and he'd say "oh, it was a bad place. Bad place."
And for 40 years, he was safe, loved, and happy. He loved us in return.
No point to sharing this. But I still miss his laugh as he held a conversation with a portrait, whispering about his day to the people who had helped rescue him.
Memories of Horace:
He'd put anything in his pockets. This included pizza.
He would walk around the dining room table for hours, talking. The floor had shuffle marks.
I was forever called "the baby" because that's how he had met me.
We always joked that he would be the luckiest man in the world and would just die one day in his sleep. He did.
We also always joked that he had a free pass into heaven. He did.
Oh my god. 😭💕💕💕 The response to this in so little time is wonderful.
Horace deserved the world and I'm so happy his story moves people. Thank you for remembering him with me.
In 1970, my mother's family adopted an intellectually disabled man named Horace. Horace was 56, and had been in an institution since 1921.
My uncle, who was 19, was working as an orderly at the institution where Horace lived. He only stayed a few months as the abuse he witnessed was too much for him. He had become friends with Horace and told him "I'll come back for you."
Horace replied "They all say that."
By that Christmas, Horace lived with my uncle and his family. My grandparents did the official adoption. Horace had never seen a Christmas tree, and that was his first real Christmas.
Horace died in 2010, at the age of 96. He laid down for a nap and just slipped away.
At least two generations of children grew up with him. He felt immortal to us. He loved Hot Wheels, pizza, cartoons and to talk to the portrait of my grandparents as he sat in his rocking chair.
He knew everyone's birthday. He loved unconditionally.
He had scars on his back from the institutions. If you asked him about that place, his face would screw up and he'd say "oh, it was a bad place. Bad place."
And for 40 years, he was safe, loved, and happy. He loved us in return.
No point to sharing this. But I still miss his laugh as he held a conversation with a portrait, whispering about his day to the people who had helped rescue him.
Memories of Horace:
He'd put anything in his pockets. This included pizza.
He would walk around the dining room table for hours, talking. The floor had shuffle marks.
I was forever called "the baby" because that's how he had met me.
We always joked that he would be the luckiest man in the world and would just die one day in his sleep. He did.
We also always joked that he had a free pass into heaven. He did.
Oh my god. 😭💕💕💕 The response to this in so little time is wonderful.
Horace deserved the world and I'm so happy his story moves people. Thank you for remembering him with me.
okay one sec
how do you nickname your pokémon?
i follow a theme for all of my pokémon (ex: cupcake and smoothie)
i base it off of their appearance (ex: pinky and fuzzy)
i base it off of their species name (ex: bulba and charm)
i name them after people (ex: bart and samantha)
i choose name otherwise relevant to the specific pokemon (ex: buzz and godzilla)
i choose completely random names (ex: peeko and bleebus)
other (tag it)
multiple of the above
i don't name my pokémon
i've never had a pokémon
no third option pick one!
would you rather be in a romantic relationship with someone who is extremely distant or extremely clingy?
extremely distant
extremely clingy
"both are bad I'm picking neither!" THAT'S THE POINT IT'S PICKING BETWEEN TWO BAD OPTIONS HENCE WHY I USED THE WORD "EXTREMELY"!!!!!!!!!
Is the recommendation "it's queer!" compelling to you when it comes to media?
Yes, it makes me MORE likely to seek out the recommended media
No, it makes me LESS likely to seek out the recommended media
No, the recommendation doesn't influence my choice of media either way
something else
please elaborate in tags :)
you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!
unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!
tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.
bonus rules:
you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny
take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)
apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender
have fun and be yourself!
he can infodump so deep inside me I'll have trivia running down my leg
I don't know that I've ever seen someone make the Aardman Grimace in real life.
Truly a masterclass in harrowingly strained enthusiasm!
lovely mural by the coffee shop this morning
so many ppl have grasped the idea of “don’t make fun of someone’s teeth” and now I think it is time for the “don’t make fun of people’s hair” conversation
i have trichotillomania (compulsive hair-pulling) and a skull deformity that results in a pretty large bald spot on the back of my head which I have to cover up. and I cannot overstate how upsetting it is to see people’s hair or lack thereof be mocked. i know it’s all popular ha ha silly memes but it just does not feel good to be reminded of how normalized it is to make fun of people with bald spots or thinning hair or receding hairlines or whatever.
people are like “well I wouldn’t make fun of it if it was because of a medical condition or illness” but number one you don’t know what is and isn’t a medical condition unless someone tells you, maybe they just like shaving their head, sometimes it just happens as you age, who cares, and why do we need a medical exemption from being made fun of. im so tired im soooo so so tired. please
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hey queen
sorry i don't know you at all so maybe this is random and weird but i need to talk about andrew van de kamp with somebody or i will literally explode. i'm on a desperate housewives rewatch rn and he's just so. well i think you get it.
anyway ignore me if too much and have a nice evening
pls send me all your thoughts into my dms i may not respond soon because it's late and i have work tommorow but yes pls talk to me about andrew he is sooooo.... he is soooo ... yes.
Andrew is so fucking cunty and for what. he walked up to that priest like hello father! so number one i don't believe in god. yeah no sorry (not really). number two yeah i fuck men sometimes. and what. moving on to number three, which is my actual point, my number one life goal is to ruin my mom's life. oh i won't get into heaven? you see i don't really care cause the day i see my mom's face as her whole life crumbles around her and she realises i never loved her, then i will know happiness greater than the christian paradise. ok good talk! hags or whatever!
i don’t see enough of this on tumblr but it’s ok to have a great relationship with your family. i love going home. i love going to the grocery store with my dad on a saturday morning. i love driving aimlessly with my sister. i love calling my mom after work. i love waking up in my childhood bed. i love making pancakes while everyone is asleep. i love sending memes to the family group chat and having to mansplain them to my parents. i love watching hallmark movies together. i love surprising them with little gifts and treats. i love calling my parents when i have good news. i love my dads cryptic texts. i love having 5 hour phone calls with my sister. i love asking my mom how to get rid of stains. i love it.
Female characters who are the sole voice of reason <<<<<<< Female characters who think of themselves as the sole voice of reason but who are actually just as insane as those around them
