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madbatwoman

princesssokphanny

A once-in-a-lifetime shot — the moon perfectly framed by a rainbow. Caught at just the right time. 🌈 🌕

kedreeva

Sourcing the photos as taken by Mark Ham on Instagram, according to one of the replies.

leebrontide

Happy Pride month to the moon

charl0ttan

truly i think im the way i am out of a benevolent spite

parkchanwoohoo

This kid is so fucking good holy shit. I love how into it the audience is, too

nigelgraz

Red for anxiety and melancholy and possession and defeat

prisonrot-deactivated20260602

let me embarrass myself online in peace

fairycosmos

i can't kill myself. it would be unseemly

tattoovonbeardy

Big, big fan of when things are covered in moss or ivy. I just think it's neat.

nemfrog

When moved to bottoms with different colors and patterns, flounders change coloration and shade . The Journal of experimental zoology. v. 10. 1911.

morggo

had some Big Feelings after therapy regarding existence and legacies, so i channeled it all into a little sinosauropteryx on a tiny piece of scrap paper. ink and watercolor sketch, about 2x2 inches.

prints here: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/mxmorgan/a-monument/

kosmogrl

soulren

“Ghosts are real” I can see how you could believe that

“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that

“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story

“Ghosts aren’t real yet” the fuck are you going to do

househunting

$499,900/4 br/3 ba/1529 sq ft

Built in 1948

Atlanta, GA

torstherapy

tinsnip

Per @spoonstrek

wheeloffortune-design

When I was 15 I was very negative. Of course I was, I was 15.

But I noticed I was negative. And I didn't like it. I didn't like the way it felt inside to be me, and to live like me, with all those negative thoughts all the time.

I had read somewhere that you could train yourself to be happier. That you needed to force yourself to think positive thoughts, until it became a habit.

I remember those few months of high school where I used to catch myself mentally complaining about something, and then forcing myself to find something positive to think about the person or situation. Again, and again, and again.

And it worked.

It became easier. And I became lighter. It was just nicer to be me, to live my life, to navigate through my days. I still remember the moment I noticed my life had become brighter.

And decades later, it still works. The muscle is still there. Now I know the word is neuroplasticity.

But at the time, it was just a 15 years old girl who was tired to be in the dark all the time, so she made light in her own brain.