The first day the temperature goes over 78 degrees my sexual orientation changes to Bob Seger covering CCR’s Fortunate Son, live.
I don’t make the rules. I ain’t no fortunate son.
I know adverbs are Controversial, but “said softly” means something different than “whispered” and this is the hill I will die on.
i think as a society we should go back to designing furniture w little feet. it would heal us.
please look me in the eye and tell me this doesn't spark joy
Yes, joy has been sparked and all furniture should have animal feets.
I’d really like conventionally attractive middle-class white women to stop talking about their successful manifestation practices. That’s not manifestation, you watching your dreams come true; it’s just white privilege. It’s just white megachurch prosperity gospel, except we don’t say the I benefit from, and continue to strengthen, structural racism part out loud.
One of my favorite things about my new(ish) dog is how protective of me she is when men get close. The growling and the snapping; the pulling at the leash. The full terrorizing effect. Love it.
I used to have two very, very big girls - mastiffs - which were immaculately well-trained, so much so that they didn’t need to be on a leash, although obviously I had leashes on them in public, but that was mostly for show. They were trained to protect and if someone walked too close to me they would move that person back. They were big, and people had respect for them, and their giant teeth. If I whispered at them to smile they would get into a defensive stance and bare their teeth, holding absolutely still, a deep rumbling growl reminding people who would win the fight. I miss them so much. They were the goofiest, sweetest, cheese-stealing bed hogging friends.
But now I have another very protective dog, and I love it. Sure, she weighs 13lbs and I can scoop her up with one hand if she gets unmannerly, but I do appreciate the energy of her; the protective nature of her. Today a man tried to stop me while we were walking and she started to growl at him to back him up, and he got mean and insulting, fast, and I was like, dude, she clearly has excellent instincts. She doesn’t hate all men - we see a few men regularly on our walks, ranging in age from 13-80, and she will pull at the leash to get us over to them for pets and admiration, which they all offer her, but it never fails to amaze me how good she is at spotting the not so great ones.
Wide angle shot of Boblo Dock boat terminal in Detroit, Michigan. Abandoned for 20 years and covered in graffiti, it's currently being torn down.
By u/JCPhotography_mi [not me], whom you can message to purchase prints. Shot with a Mavic Mini 3 Pro drone, 12 image stitch, F1.7, 1/250 sec.
Source: reddit.com
What a kitchen and floor.
Ever see those videos of that glass bridge in China, and how many men end up sobbing, on their hands and knees, trying to cross it? That would be me on this floor every day.
ok so the other day i was at sears. I was in the baby section. Im standing there looking at clothes and a lady who works there comes up and is like “oh are you expecting?” And i was like “uhhhh” and because im a dumbass i was like “no i already delivered.” And she was like “How long ago?” And i was just like “two weeks.” And she said “wow! You look great! When i had my first son, i looked like a mess for six months. Is it a boy or a girl?” And i was just awkwardly like “a girl….” And she asked her name and i said Chernobyl and she was like “oh what a cute name! It sounds really familiar.” And i honestly just stood there going through all that and pretending i had a human baby two weeks ago named Chernobyl because i didnt wanna tell this poor lady i was buying baby clothes for my fucking baby opossum
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every time i see this text post i forget the ending and every single time it decimates me
just learned that magnolias are so old that they’re pollinated by beetles because they existed before bees
They existed *before beetles*
Why is this sad? Why am I sad?
This is how I feel about Joshua Trees. They and avocado trees produce fruit meant to be eaten and dispersed by giant ground sloths. Without them, the Joshua Trees' range has shrunk by 90%.
(my own photos)
Not only they, but the entire Mojave ecosystem is still struggling to adapt since the loss of ground sloth dung. their chief fertilizer.
Many, many trees and plants in the Americas have widely-spaced, extremely long thorns that do nothing to discourage deer eating their leaves, but would've penetrated the fur of ground sloths and mammoths. Likewise, if you've observed a tree that drops baseball or softball-sized fruit which lies on the ground and rots, like Osage Oranges, which were great for playing catch at my school, chances are they were ground sloth or mammoth chow.
You can read about various orphaned plants and trees missing their megafauna in this poignant post:

Example #3528 that I'm too sentimental
I had three sets of aunts and uncles over yesterday. Trucks and trailers to haul away family furniture and stuff. One uncle runs auctions as his retirement fun/gig, he's a picker, so he took a ton of old shit out of the barn to sell for me.
I put chickens in the smoker and made sides to feed them all. My aunt brought strawberry pie. But at one point I found myself welling up picking asparagus because... is this the last time I'll cook for loved ones out of this garden, out of this house?
It's an asparagus bed, asshole. You can plant another one. Calm down🤣
I always leave a detailed garden map for the next owners - including exact latin/English plant names, annual/perennial/biannual, and what they are used for (sauce tomatoes versus slicing tomatoes). That way when it makes me sad to leave a garden behind me, I imagine how someone after me might be enjoying the unexpected pleasure of my former garden; be eating their first non-grocery store tomato, or enjoying their first real garden.
Maybe it’s because I’ve never had a permanent home, but it’s a weird kind of comfort to focus on how the next people will benefit instead of thinking about my loss.
That said, the current owner of my last home ripped out the long line of carefully sourced blue hydrangeas and lavender I planted down the front walkway, because she, “doesn’t like blue flowers,” so maybe the real lesson is, don’t sell property to idiots and assholes.
I need a man to just show up and build this with me. It’s my dream space, complete with greenhouse kitchen. Maybe a pole barn nearby to put an art studio in, but to me, this kitchen is a dream, the entire space is a dream, this is a dream I’ve had, come to life.
