follow me for more great posts other people made

PR's Tumblrdome
Sade Olutola
Acquired Stardust

Discoholic 🪩
Peter Solarz

JBB: An Artblog!
occasionally subtle
Monterey Bay Aquarium
wallacepolsom
styofa doing anything

No title available
noise dept.
No title available
No title available

Love Begins
tumblr dot com
Jules of Nature
d e v o n

@theartofmadeline
$LAYYYTER
seen from Indonesia

seen from Malaysia
seen from Netherlands
seen from Netherlands

seen from United States

seen from Singapore
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Brazil
seen from Switzerland
seen from United States

seen from Canada

seen from Malaysia

seen from Australia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
@the-ink-drinker
follow me for more great posts other people made
It's been a while since I shared some old fashioned yarnporn so here's me blending a rainbow batt. If enough people ask I'll try to make a post/video about how I did it.
while we’re at it “everywhere should have a bench” everywhere should also have a bubbler ☝️
@whiskybagel we should also have public bongs. for the children
baby needs smoko <- motto of americans misunderstanding our lingo
RIP to the legend
This goose fucking rocks and had a crazy life!
I really just have to summarize Thomas's entire life:
He was in a committed relationship with a male swan named Henry for 18-24 years before a female swan named Henrietta showed up and mated with Henry.
Thomas was initially jealous of the pair and attacked them, breaking 2 of the 5 eggs Henrietta had laid. However, once the remaining eggs hatched, Thomas warmed up to them and helped raise them.
Henry couldn't fly because of an injured wing, so Thomas taught the cygnets how to fly.
When they needed to reduce the goose population in the pond where Thomas and the swans lived, they dyed Thomas's feathers red so he wouldn't be separated from Henry.
Henry, Henrietta, and Thomas remained in their happy throuple for years and raised 68 cygnets before Henry died in 2009. After Henry's death, Henrietta found another swan and flew away, leaving Thomas alone.
Thomas finally met and mated with a female goose in 2011 and had his own babies. However, another goose named George stole them and raised them himself.
As Thomas grew elderly and blind, he was relocated to a wildlife center where he raised orphaned cygnets.
His caretaker at the center described him as "pretty high maintenance."
Thomas died in 2018 at the age of around 40. He had a funeral that included a small coffin and a procession that was led by a bagpiper. He was buried under the stone where Henry was buried, the two finally reunited in death.
Before and after his death, Thomas has been celebrated as an icon of the LGBTQ+ community for obvious reasons.
boyfriend says I have to post something festive for christmas, so just sharing that one time he got his English mixed up when seeing Santa in a shopping mall and he shouted at the top of his lungs "oh!!! whore whore whore!!!"
this is a common occurrence, yesterday he asked me why a cushion said "fuck it till you make it" and a nearby store assistant nearly wound up on the floor she was laughing so hard
Tonight's alltimer was "the alarm went off at work so everyone had to ejaculate"
Ginza Sugiura Hisui, Dog barking at the Moon
3 hours of sleep = i hate people who laugh
0 ours of sleep = waouw 🌼🌼🌼🌼🐎
Around lake Sevan, Armenia.
By Hugo Clarence Janody.
when i was at walgreens (at 3 in the morning which explains all of this) the cashier was talking to her coworker about how shed rather be a werewolf than a vampire because vampires are condemned to hell but werewolves arent and then she asked me what i thought and i said vampire because im already condemned to hell and she said in the nicest tone of voice “i dont think anybody is condemned to hell….” paused, stared at me for a few moments, and added on “…not even gay people”
Happy pride month to the filthiest most brutal read I’ve ever been given in my life
does anyone like me and want to understand me
i almost let comparison be the thief of my joy again
our longing for inconvenience by hanif abdurraqib (id in alt)
obsessed with this bookshop in stratford-upon-avon having WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE listed as a ”local author”
in absolute tears about the pride module at my work
HOLY SHIT GUYS, I WAS INSPIRED BY THIS POST TO TRY MAKE THE SONG AND YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT WHEN I DRAGGED THE TRAINING AUDIO OVER THE BACKING TRACK AND IT LINED UP PERFECTLY
Tempted to actually put this on spotify so I can secretly stream it at work...
Tagging @batshit-auspol because as an Australian you're the only big account I know who might share (sorry).
happy first day of pride everyone
one of the best ways i’ve found to combat that inherent depressive pessimism without veering into toxic positivity territory is simply the phrase “i’m open to the possibility”
this particularly works with anything negative i’ve forecasted. “i woke up feeling like shit today, so my day is gonna suck” isn’t a particularly helpful thought, but “it’s a great day to be alive!!!!!” feels hollow and insincere when i have a pounding headache & am running on three hours of sleep
instead i’ll tell myself, “i really don’t feel good right now, but i’m open to the possibility that coffee and breakfast might perk me up a bit.” or “i’m in a lot of pain today, but i’m open to the possibility that my workday might still have fun parts despite that”
sometimes, when your impulse is to slam the door on anything good, but you’re not exactly up to going out & hunting it down yourself, leaving the door open just a crack makes all the difference
This helped me today hope it helps someone else too
nononono no puedo con este gordo❤️❤️❤️❤️