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Repairing with gold, kintsugi
this sewing pattern just touched me while i was in the middle of reading it
a collection of Very Old good omens fanart… thought i might share in lieu of the finale
back here cause i finally got around to watching gomens season 3 :)
Dahling you simply must read this book! It’s all about this devious little caterpillar who simply gorges himself on all manner of divine things
Why does every single term for "strangers with no sense of boundaries being fucking weird and inappropriate to you about their personal issues" turn into, like, "it is a moral imperative that you never express negative emotions to anyone other than your Licensed Therapist:tm:, because it's annoying"
We did this with "emotional labor" and then we did this with "traumadumping" and I just thuink we need to fundamentally get with the fucking program. Because then the backlash to "I don't owe anybody anything" is like "you owe everybody everything, actually" and I don;t think that's true
There is a time, place, and Normal Amount you can reasonably vent that is in fact somewhere between "never" and "always", that will vary depending on your relationship to the person in question (friends, family, romantic partner, the cashier,)
Me giving my parents my report card in second grade
Who's up phicign theit sion?
Big fan of whatever this genre of conversation is
Animals: a guide
One side has monkeys and tigers and elephants and capybaras, the other? Squirrels and deer
I forgot Bison and Sea Otters
Have you seen a moose, megafauna are cool.
I DO NOT!!!
I am sorry
I live in the US and one of the things that really reframed the way I think about animals was when someone I knew in Brazil posted a picture of a marmoset hanging out outside their window and I realized that monkeys were to them what squirrels are to me. Recently a friend in Hungary sent a picture they took at the zoo of a raccoon and it was like my worldview was being shifted all over again because what was to me the mildly annoying, somewhat cute, critter that makes weird noises behind my house at night was a wonder to someone else. They have little hands and bandit masks. They wash their little hands. How is that NOT a wonder? All animals are cool I’m just used to raccoons.
Bro I just nearly fucking died
My throats fucked but I like inhaled toothpaste and my throat seized up and I couldn’t breathe worst part is I spat toothpaste everywhere trying to get it out of my mouth and my throat is like fuzzy now?? Water did not help honey tea might
Dude I was dry heaving into a sink barely breathing and my brain went “this is gonna make a sick ass tumblr story”
is this accurate
Absolutely flawless how did you get these photos?
I can never leave here
I recently found out why my mom would never sleep around me when I was a kid. Like she’d never let herself take naps or sleep if I was awake, ever. Or if she did, she would lock her bedroom door. So when I was 6, I was asleep in my bed in the middle of the night when I hear a loud bang, like a pot being dropped and come out to the living room to see my mom standing by the window, with just a huge pile of spaghetti all over the sill, and a pot on the ground, and I ’m like “Are you gonna eat all that?” And ya’ll she get’s BIG MAD and yells at me and chases me to my room but then a little while later a bunch of cops show up and ask me a bunch of random ass questions about my art? Like this one cop lady keeps asking me to draw dragons for her?! And they seem mad as hell
I didn’t want to get arrested so I just never asked my mom for spaghettis after that. Lesson, learned. Don’t ask mom for spaghettis or she’ll call the damn police on you.
So I have this memory in my head, and it goes unquestioned until I say it outload for the first time a few months back and as soon as I say the words “When I was six, my mom called the cops on me for asking for spaghettis” My adult logic slams into place and is like “Hang on. Your mother definatly did not call the police on a 6 year old for asking for spaghetti.”
So obviously that’s not what really went down. I call up my mom to tell her how I remember it and on top of her figuring out why her kid has always been really cagey around spaghettis for the last 3 decades she tells me what really happened.
So on that night, a man tried to break into our house through the front window. It was just my mom, and her kids so she did what she felt she had too and shot him in the head. He’d been wearing a helmet, which landed on the floor under the window.
Now I just want ya’ll to put yourselves in my moms shoes for a minute here. This woman has just taken a human life. The trauma of that- the instant agony, the panic, the guilt, the fear- all of it hitting her at once, her only solace the knowledge that her children are safe. She protected her daughters. No matter the cost to her soul- her children are safe.
Then she looks up and sees her six year old staring at the inside of this mans head before saying “Are you gonna eat all that?”
I suspect they were trying to keep me busy and distracted while they cleaned up the corpse in the living room?!?
someone said tumblr nuked this post, but I could never be so lucky.