i unpinned my sticker shop post because it was annoying me to see so many pictures constantly, but now i'm like...oh do i post new one?
do i finally make proper pinned post with like
links or something?
okay at the very least posting links to some shit so i have an easier time finding
I was scrolling through the notes on the birthday/holiday poll and I feel a small kinship with all of the other fellow "Memorial Day when it lands on a Monday" crowd.
Also, because it's Tumblr I have to spell everything out. Use your own personal definition of what constitutes a major versus a minor holiday
sometimes im like "wow holy shit im being really fucking annoying. i should stop talking" and then i pull out my magic 8 ball and it says "youve always been annoying and your friends chose to talk you anyways. youll be fine" and im like wow thanks magic 8 ball. and then the ogre attacks me
[ID: White symbols/text on a black background. There is an icon of a falling figure above a downward facing arrow with the text "It's not the" above the formula for final velocity (V_f = V_i + at) followed by "that kills you". There is some blank space requiring you scroll before getting to the text "It's the" above the equation for force (F = m (∆v/∆T) above a splatter shape.]
betsey johnson designs, 1986 in getting it on: the clothing of rock + roll - mablen jones (1987)
forgor includes babies even tho they technically dont rly remember anything
Watched a random youtube video about how different eye colors result from variations between pigment not just in the iris but also other layers, too, so now I'm like "what colors are my eyes, really?" again.
hi!!! here’s some periodical cicadas since you asked o7
Tysm I'm in love with them all
A Madagascar comet moth I made earlier this month for one of my wonderful clients💛
*based solely on the medication situation, not your personal ability to survive an apocalypse (because who knows what type of apocalypse it is!)
Winter Birds from Northern Cities and Fields
Painted and printed this as a jigsaw puzzle for my family as a Christmas gift (half of my family lives in the city and half in the countryside so likewise some birds are more urban and others prefer rural areas)
i'm not a doctor or a nutritionist, but sometimes i hear women talking about their diets and it takes all i have to not be like "this is not normal. you have an eating disorder and you are in a cult."
saw a magazine article yesterday called something like "how i lost 3 stone without setting foot in a gym" and when i read it i discovered that the secret to her weight loss was... eating under 500 calories a day. girl that's not a diet that's just anorexia
and everyone's like "why are so many girls nowadays developing eating disorders" as if diet culture isn't an entire industry specifically designed to profit off women's misery and dysmorphia and self-hatred. this is the bad place!!!!!
I had a conversation with friends recently where at some point it came up that there's stuff that's casually mentioned as "lifestyle" advice these days that is suspiciously similar to things we stumbled upon on questionable livejournals in middle school (circa 2003).
One of the worst feelings in the world: when you are just desperate, like claw-your-own-skin-off desperate, to create, but the only thing that even vaguely appeals to you to work on is a nebulous half-feeling that might be dreamily related to some half-formed notion of a concept. I must! Make! No thing! Only make!
Everything is boring. All activity is meaningless. I understand why Sherlock Holmes did cocaine.
#i have fics id really lioe to be working on#/i have a fibercraft project i Need to be working on/#ive had a drawing idea sitting in the back of my head for over a month#and yet#there's bees in my brain (via @lollybliz)
YES. That's it. The number of people tagging or replying to this like 'yeah it sucks when you're blocked on your projects' or 'yeah it sucks when you don't have any new ideas' or even 'yeah it sucks when you're too sick/sad/busy to work on the things' no. No. That's close, but no cigar. I have ideas. I have plans. I have projects in progress. I know exactly what the next step on each of them would be. No external or concrete factor is actually stopping me from working on any of them. Except. None of them are engaging or help reduce this feeling.
There's just bees in my brain.
Look at this cool-ass woodpecker I saw on a walk earlier
I'm still so fucking delighted over this. The bigger birds normally just hang out how in the trees. This guy was just hanging out near the road? Like in the first one you can see the driveway! I got so close just by nature of following the road around my neighborhood! To think a couple minutes earlier I was excited because I spotted a Blue Jay I could hear but not see at first. idk he was just so big and close and like...both majestic and goofy?
I wanted to hang out and watch him but I definitely spooked him so wanted to leave him be (and also he got to a spot where prime viewing would have been up the driveway, and didn't wanna do that).
bonus pic of him hiding in the crook of two trees
