sketch of a man and his dog

I like this man and his dog

oh fuck. hes tongs 2

honestly i love making stuff. knitting, pottery, pen making, it’s all so COOL. it’s so wild to wear a shirt or a sweater and be like I MADE THIS WITH MY HANDS. highly recommend people to find a hobby that lets you make tangible things, whether it’s working with yarn, food, wood, clay, anything

left her in some old church ruins gym in the middle of fuck off nowhere in the irish countyside. i am never getting this deer back

Can they be penpals? He's sitting on a gate in a small forest on a long historic walk.

they are penpals !

trans bears are literally stronger than any US marine

How on earth would they be able to tell that a bear is trans. I’m not saying they can’t be but how would they communicate that.

:/

this is so fucking funny

update:

we the jury find the defendant not guilty your honor

xtracts you. fucking extracts you

something beautiful is happening

hi little gatito. do u need help

Americans react really strongly to you saying sorry, it’s funny. I guess the stereotype about Canadians is true!

that’s so interesting, I would take excuse me as passive aggressive! sorry is sort of taking the blame though - it’s a dance of “oh that was my fault” and then “oh no, no it was my fault” so that you can both leave the interaction without feeling like you’ve made a random enemy

I hadn’t actually considered it before, but people in Ontario mostly either a) say sorry back or b) politely ignore that anything happened

little man you are straight up going nowhere

unmute

#is this a sheep herding dragon

No a sheep hoarding dragon

I just noticed the sheep nibbling its tail and that feels IMMENSELY FITTING

on her puter

she is searching for bird pictures on mewgle

Remember the mushrooms are always watching. The gods can’t because they have things to do but the mushrooms do not so they see everything

At a previous job (removing invasive carp from the Mississippi river) we would get lots of bycatch. While most native species could just be tossed back in the water and do just fine, paddlefish are a lot more Fragile and really don't do good when out of the water. To help them, we would pull them through the water to force it over their gills and give them a jump start. The best place to grab them is by the rostrum. It's all very scientific, but I couldn't help but feel funny grabbing these goobers by the schnozz taking them for a ride

Nice neopronouns. What positions would you like me to take you in?

Stop being funnier than me on my own horny post.

It’s arowana time

Under sea ecosystems are bullshit.

Like imagine you're a little rabbit and you go to nibble on a tree sapling but as soon as you go to take a bite it takes off like a fucking helicopter and disappears over the horizon.

Then, before you can process what just happened, the entire patch of grass you were standing on turns out to be a fox who had turned itself inside out and you die.

are you okay do you need to talk about it

Look I'm just saying I'm glad I exist in a place and scale where the main form of getting dead is just something trying to make your blood fall out.

I couldn't handle being a crab. I would register a formal complaint but crabs can't write.

tumblr is like a group therapy with no therapist.

my therapist asks me to be the voice of my anxiety, just for a moment. if your anxiety was to speak, what would it say?

i think if she had a voice it would be a sweet violet, almost grey. i think her fog hands would come up over my mouth and eyes. i think she would say:

i love you, be safe. i love you, tighten the seatbelt. i love you, don't leave the door unlocked. i love you, i love you. you shouldn't talk to those people, they'll hurt you. i know you did the reading, but don't speak up in class - what if you're wrong? i'm protecting you from that. it hurts when people reject you, stop making plans with friends. oh, don't eat, my love, stay hungry, it keeps you fresh. oh, i love you, get out of bed and check the lock again, you know you're always forgetting things. oh, i love you, stay awake an hour more, this life is so blisteringly, terribly short.

i think if my anxiety had a body outside of me, she'd always have her arms crossed. her nails would be bitten back. her cheeks would be hollow. i think she'd watch the slow silent way depression french-kisses me into cooperating, and i think she'd laugh awkwardly. i think she wants to hold hands with me and never does.

my therapist says: you think anxiety is love?

and i say - no, i'm not being clear. i'm saying it's cold there. i'm saying in every version of herself, my anxiety has teeth.