moonchild

how i would like to believe in tenderness—

[stuckinapril]

[littlemut]

me: “sorry ): can’t come!! got so much to do at home”

me as soon as im home:

[hopelessvalentines]

“you’re my best friend, now i’ve got no one to tell i’ve lost my best friend.”

….

[kosmogrl]

learning not to return to places where I miss the past but see no future

[kosmogrl]

[weltenwellen]

Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score

[snoopyoftheday]

snoopy of the day

[kosmogrl]

[driflloon]

kavita shetty by dean raphael

[kosmogrl]

[yeoldenews]

A few of the more creative spellings of Christmas I’ve come across while looking for Dear Santa letters in old newspapers this year.

[948]

ceramic matcha bowls by mimikiko.home

[sweetlikeacherry]

summer to-do list: unlearn internalized shame, sunbathe, read some good books

[soundcarvings]

does anyone wanna hangout someday

[cottaegecore]

schedule for the week

[lycanpoetry]

i can change! / digital collage

all images sourced from wikipedia commons

[homunculus-argument]

Friend group chats are fun. Today one of my friends, who keeps pet crayfish, found babies in a tank that was supposed to be a males only. No choice but to empty out the whole tank to fish out the babies of unknowable origins. But lo and behold, there was a culprit: one teeny tiny little female had somehow escaped containment, evidently specifically going out of her way to break into this all male tank to get railed by like 15 males twice her size. Possibly completely different breed, too. Monsterfucker supreme.

So for a good solid hour or so, the whole group chat was focused on. slutshaming this one specific little crustacean. With like 300 babies.