Practically Perfect in Every Way @vakatoga - Tumblr Blog

hey man I found a piece of your soul stuck in the text messages of old friends you don’t speak to anymore. do you want it back

lizardsfromspace

The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course

lizardsfromspace

When I made this post I did not expect it to be an effective test of which Tumblr users actually read a post fully before reblogging, and yet

elodieunderglass

To be fair that’s what all posts on tumblr are

yesterdaysprint

Herald and News, Klamath Falls, Oregon, March 23, 1949

nevver

Oakoak

moonlipgloss

posts that make me want to rip my heart out part 5

aqua-regia009

Point Bonita lighthouse, oil on canvas. — Frederick Ferdinand Schafer (American/German, 1839-1927)

aqua-regia009

Samuel Taylor Coleridge poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Illustrated by Gustave Doré (French, 1832-1883)

stimman3000

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ren-lucci

Bitch because you need it.

s-n-arly

I imagine that this makes the museum extra creepy after hours.

elodieunderglass

I think they probably gently gather the bowls up to roost overnight in a warm hutch full of straw.

hometoursandotherstuff

secondbeatsongs

somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.

and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.

I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me