i don't do bad sauce passes
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will byers stan first human second
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
trying on a metaphor
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Keni

Product Placement

shark vs the universe
Peter Solarz
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cherry valley forever
Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Jules of Nature

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
we're not kids anymore.

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Whoever is having sex rn, have some for me too. Thank you
Welcome to Tumblr.
Holy shit this is the most accurate post I have ever seen in my life
wait…this is a completely different gif set on my blog…
Reblog this and then check it on your Tumblr. Go on, do it.
Yes.
What? How? O_O
IT KNOWS WHAT FANDOMS YOUR IN
HOW DID YOU…..!?!?!?
I’m doubting
I call bullshit
OK WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE–
Ive tried this before but maybe it’ll work this time????
It’s the same as it was on my dash
wAIT ADFJKLFJ IT WORKED ON MOBILE
How the fuck
//Oh. My. Fuck.
i dont believe this
OH MY FUCKING GOD I CHECKED MY BLOG ON MOBILE AND THE GIFS CHANGED IM SCREECHING
*inhale*
Let’s see if it works for me
calling BULLSHIT-
IT ACTUALLY WORKED WHEN I SWITCHED BETWEEN MOBILE AND DESKTOP-
There’s like a 65% chance that Walt Disney has busted a nut at Disneyland.
He had his own personal apartment there so what you think the man gonna do when he got a moment?
who would win in a fight
look, if you want to call me “daddy” you better listen to my dad jokes as well
I imagine someone tied to a chair with a gag be forced to listen to tell dad jokes from a big book.
Hey op? Good fucking post thank you
No problem. It’s just another day being a kool dad
Please don’t use those words
i remember when i was doing a religious simpsons painting in my painting 1 class and the professor had been talking about trends that annoyed him, specifically people painting bart back when he taught in the 90′s. i took my painting off the easel and turned it around and my 50-some year old professor had to cope with seeing imagery of bart simpson as a cherub
someone, at some point, MUST’VE made a custom furby with sharingan eyes
i was right but i wish i wasn’t
And yet you liked the post
i appreciate the effort they put to create this incredibly powerful entity
candy apple - nicole dollanganger
I wish butch lesbians would hide in my toaster and reveal themselves at suitably dramatic moments.
Don’t ask someone with dementia if they “know your name” or “remember you”
If I can, I always opt to ditch my name tag in a dementia care environment. I let my friends with dementia decide what my name is: I’ve been Susan, Gwendolyn, and various peoples’ kids. I’ve been so many identities to my residents, too: a coworker, a boss, a student, a sibling, a friend from home, and more.
Don’t ask your friend with dementia if they “remember your name” — especially if that person is your parent, spouse, or other family member. It’s quite likely to embarrass them if they can’t place you, and, frankly, it doesn’t really matter what your name is. What matters is how they feel about you.
Here’s my absolute favorite story about what I call, “Timeline Confusion”:
Alicia danced down the hallway, both hands steadily on her walker. She moved her hips from side to side, singing a little song, and smiled at everyone she passed. Her son, Nick, was walking next to her.
Nick was probably one of the best caregivers I’d ever met. It wasn’t just that he visited his mother often, it was how he visited her. He was patient and kind—really, he just understood dementia care. He got it.
Alicia was what I like to call, “pleasantly confused.” She thought it was a different year than it was, liked to sing and dance, and generally enjoyed her life.
One day, I approached the pair as they walked quietly down the hall. Alicia smiled and nodded at everyone she passed, sometimes whispering a, “How do you do!”
“Hey, Alicia,” I said. “We’re having a piano player come in to sing and play music for us. Would you like to come listen?”
“Ah, yes!” she smiled back. “My husband is a great singer,” she said, motioning to her son.
Nick smiled and did not correct her. He put his hand gently on her shoulder and said to me, “We’ll be over there soon.”
I saw Nick again a few minutes later while his mom was occupied with some other residents. “Nick,” I said. “Does your mom usually think that you’re her husband?”
Nick said something that I’ll never forget.
“Sometimes I’m me, sometimes I’m my brother, sometimes I’m my dad, and sometimes I’m just a friend. But she always knows that she loves me,” he smiled.
Nick had nailed it. He understood that, because his mom thought it was 1960, she would have trouble placing him on a timeline.
He knew that his mom recognized him and he knew that she loved him. However, because of her dementia, she thought it was a different year. And, in that year, he would’ve been a teenager.
Using context clues (however mixed up the clues were) Alicia had determined that Nick was her husband: he was the right age, he sure sounded and looked like her husband, and she believed that her son was a young man.
This is the concept that I like to call timeline confusion. It’s not that your loved one doesn’t recognize you, it’s that they can’t place you on a timeline.
What matters is how they feel about you. Not your name or your exact identity.
I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh
reblog for next thursday to be the best day of your life
not risking it
The first person to eat a crab must’ve been really fucking hungry to voluntarily eat an enormous sea spider wearing full armor
you can break and heal at the same time. they forget to tell you that.