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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Three Goblin Art

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@tlburrell
Spring breeze
please
Jesse we need to be cleaned up and I will be unable to attend work today.
I'm heading to a festival in May, and part of the vibe is having something to hand to peeps. Thus began the quest of The Little Man.
Above is version 1. He's pretty good. But kinda bumpy and misshapen. During the sanding/further detailing he lost his little fins.
So here is version 2.0
Top tier little guy. I'm super glad my wife (@magentadogthing) convinced me to redo his fins this way. He's so much more him, and just a little ray of sun to boot. Excited to make a production mold so he can have a zillion siblings.
do you have a favourite flower? (feel free to share)
Do you have a favourite flower?
Yes
No
There is this phrase I often hear when I'm out drinking "stealing joy from tomorrow". This phrase is mainly used as a warning to drink water, to avoid a hangover, and thus avoid stealing joy from your future self. But I've been thinking about it in terms of chronic pain. Yes, there are steps I can take to minimize the joy stolen, but to have chronic pain is to make choices.
For example, Do I know dancing will mess with my body? Yes. Is that gonna steal joy from my tomorrow? Yes. Am I still going to dance? Yes. And I'll suffer the consequences with only a bit of whining. Because I still want to live. Because a bit of sorrow tomorrow is worth all of the joy of today. At least, that's how I feel.
I've been thinking about music a lot lately. It's something I've been steeped in my whole life. A key component of my soul, of the very make up of me. And yet I can't define why. Is it because before I had even breathed the air of this world, I felt the vibrations of music? Is it because I had a knack for carrying a tune? A bit of luck made my voice sweet, and I was encouraged to practice. So singing became a kind of tool for me. An outlet for my emotions, a way to appease others, an escape. But what twists of fate, what luck, allowed me to be born to music? And if I truly feel born to it, am I beholden to it? Why is music important to me? A ponderance with an ever changing answer.
My girlfriend went to Japan recently and brought me back a Labubu. I decided he needed a little lizard sash (aka my lizard bracelet lol).
i hope u guys still think of me sometimes
An answer to the pondering,
Of if I think of you,
The answer is of course,
And all your doodles too.
The joy your images wrought,
Was of the highest Supreme,
To see another image,
Is akin to a dream.
posting this again for any other transgender americans who need a new or updated passport. this also includes a link to the attestation form you need to declare yourself as part of the class action suit in order to get a passport accurately reflecting your gender
unfortunately, i would recommend applying for your passport sooner rather than later. this is in effect as long as the supreme court case is still ongoing, and we dont know what decision will be made in the end. the administration is also starting to agitate to get this temporary stay removed
Reblog this poll with your age in the tags. Are you younger, older, or the exact same age as the person you reblogged this from?
Older
Younger
Same age
me when a movie is bad: 👎
me when a movie is good: 👍
me when a movie is mediocre:
I will fix it, I swear, just give me like 3 more scrolls
One of the awesome things about chronic pain is that stress and exertion almost always exacerbate it, which means you will consistently get flare ups when you need to be locking in. a second awesome thing is then trying to convince yourself, while doubled over in pain, that you are not faking it to get out of work
Although I know my place,
I hunger,
For less, for more,
For anything not already in store,
Because I know,
I am worth it,
Because I know,
I can do it,
And so,
Though I know my place,
I hunger,
If you don't know,
What I hunger for,
You would do well,
To remember my face.
Have we tried growing mint on Mars?