
izzy's playlists!

No title available
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Three Goblin Art

JVL
Jules of Nature

#extradirty

tannertan36

shark vs the universe
almost home
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

No title available
h
Misplaced Lens Cap
Cosimo Galluzzi

blake kathryn
No title available
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
hello vonnie
seen from France

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Finland

seen from Malaysia
seen from Serbia

seen from Singapore
seen from Greece
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

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

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@womaninterrupted
Please stop reading now if you don’t want to read a very white whine aka first world problem aka nobody cares about your stupid chairs but I need to vent.
The majority of our poolside chaise lounge chairs (4) are from my aunt’s old condominium. When they decided to upgrade the community pool, she asked if she could take some of the old chairs and they told her to have at it. This was many years ago. It never occurred to me at the time to tell her take ten of them. I wish I had. I’ve been searching for new chairs for the last few years and they are so bloody expensive. Anything decent is like $200 at least. I’ve even been combing the free and used for sale listings too and it’s rough out there. Chairs we bought at Target the first summer here (16 years ago) finally bit the dust so things are getting desperate. Have even considered re-wrapping the broken chairs but that is a DIY way above my crafty capacity. Of all the pool expenses I never imagined the lounge chairs would bankrupt us.
Gordon Hanson, Photo by George Platt Lynes, 1954
Man Ray. Lee Miller, 1930.
Weird but delicious dinner of zucchini blossom fritters, homemade miso soup, and a Jamaican beef patty. The ol’ Tuesday night mish mosh special.
My sister texted me today that she had zucchini blossoms from her garden. I have not had any yet this summer so we hightailed it over there to pick them up. They’re soooo good.
The Gleaming Ones - Michel Buylen
Belgian, b. 1953 -
Oil on panel , 30 x 40 cm.
I don't think it's unreasonable for our public officials to be expected to prove they're alive and not in a coma to be able to retain their office.
If someone were, as a random example, say hospitalized for over two weeks with no explanation, I think that should automatically trigger a special election to replace them.
If you're still able to do your job, then prove it. And if you're not, then you're actively obstructing democracy by not stepping down.
Which is to say, that if a public official were to pass away or into a coma, and their handlers choose to obfuscate that fact, this should be seen as intentionally obstructing democracy.
And there should be, you know, consequences for the people who would do such a thing.
No one has done me wrong on the internet more than voice to text transcription except for maybe autocorrect.
I just cleaned up yet another poop (thankfully on the hard floor but not on the pee pad) because some people and I don’t want any names **cough cough Martha cough** will not do any of their normal business outside if: it’s dark, it’s overcast, it looks like it might rain, it has rained, or, and this is the most important one, it’s currently raining. As one might imagine this has been especially difficult time considering we’ve had rain here since Saturday evening on and off every day and it’s currently Tuesday.
Why did I not bring snacks with me?? I am ravenous but also this has been a very good day otherwise so I will suck it up about this minor tactical error.
The BEST girl
Nothing like a crazy thunderstorm storm with high winds to have you running to shut every umbrella and grab every towel you had hanging outside and rescue the wireless speaker before it all erupts. I was in such a happy food and drink, stupor ten minutes ago and now my heart is racing from all the cardio. Ugh, all the poor dogs who hate thunderstorms and fireworks. This is a double whammy. Thankfully, my two dogs are unbothered, but I think about all those nervous dogs out there at times like this. And my son just went to grad party, which I doubt was meant to be indoors. I hope they can still have their party. We’re probably going to have the same problem next weekend when we have his festivities. This reminds me, I better clean the inside of the house too because we might have to move things inside for that too. Summer storms are always this way.
in honor of america's 250th birthday approaching, here's your friendly reminder that this poem by emma lazarus (a jewish-american woman) is on a plaque attached to the statue of liberty:
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!