Unfortunately i think getting older is all about spending more money on sensible footwear and reading nonfiction and getting invested in local politics

polkadotmotmot:
“Kappao - My hometown, 2020
”

polkadotmotmot:

Kappao - My hometown, 2020

reallyreallyreallytrying:

the bus driver’s prayer


now i lay me down alive

i pray the lord my bus to drive

if i should die before i wake

i pray the lord my bus to brake

phoneus-on-hold:
“ peashooter85:
“Chinese smokey quartz sunglasses, 12th century.
”
if I was chilling in the 12th century and I saw someone wearing these I would immediately go into catatonic shock at how cool they looked
”

phoneus-on-hold:

peashooter85:

Chinese smokey quartz sunglasses, 12th century.

if I was chilling in the 12th century and I saw someone wearing these I would immediately go into catatonic shock at how cool they looked

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sailormoonsub:
“My sister sent me this with no explanation
”

sailormoonsub:

My sister sent me this with no explanation

(via hotvampireadjacent)

diycrochets:
“Sophia Rose blanket by  cnohiker
”

diycrochets:

Sophia Rose blanket by cnohiker

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asker

digitalguts asked:

mushwoom check

gracette:

HII WHO WANTS TO SEE SOME IRIDESCENT SLIME MOLDS

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Lamproderma species. i love when stuff on earth looks like it belongs on some other made-up planet

lakevida:
“take my hand we’re going on a journey
”

lakevida:

take my hand we’re going on a journey

(via sludgebitch)

wtxch:
“Eleanor Hubbard
Without You, 2011
Oil and colored pencil on arches paper
”

wtxch:

Eleanor Hubbard

Without You, 2011

Oil and colored pencil on arches paper

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hedgehog-moss:

When you’re ranting about some annoying habit someone has and your friend is like “I think I do that too :/ ” so your rant is cancelled and now you have to scramble to find a not-too-sappy way to say “but it’s not annoying, Not If It’s You™.” It’s such a trap for the emotionally shy, “yes we are talking about the exact same thing, there is however a crucial difference………” and here the universe picks you up by the scruff of your neck, feeling as mortified as a cat rescued out of a well, and it gently shakes you until something resembling an I love you grudgingly falls out

hedgehog-moss:

hedgehog-moss:

Caught myself having a detailed conversation in my head to absolve myself of guilt for lying to my librarian. Last time she made an impromptu phone call I was happy to chat, while today I rushed things and said I had a lot of work. It was a lie. My coffee makes the rules, not me. On flower mug days I can chat no problem. If by a stroke of bad luck you call on a fancy mug day then I cannot. Because of the metallic gold rim, you see! It makes this mug unmicrowavable. I can’t reheat my coffee later if you call on Fancy Mug Day. This coffee is lost, I explain in my head, willing her to understand. You can transfer it into another container to reheat it, she counters, reasonably. But that means twice the dirty dishes, I lament. Is my conversation not worth the hassle of washing 1 additional mug? she asks, hurt. I bite my imaginary lip. Sometimes I call to ask if you can guess the unexpected book the nuns borrowed today. I know, and I appreciate it. It was a book about power tools. That’s funny but as I have trouble factoring it in the coffee equation, I settle the matter and decide that lying will be justified if this comes up again. The mug rationale is sincere but rife with complications. This was a productive use of my time. Yet another fruitful imaginary talk, my favourite way to solve delicate ethical quandaries and move forward in life

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The culprit, on the left.

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