This tank is so dim because of the amount of vallisneria leaves at the surface. I keep debating on trimming it, but I don't like the look of trimmed Val. Also, it's crept up to the front of the tank again, lol
Of course, the endlers don't mind at all. It gives the babies somewhere to chill.
The loaches love to curl themselves in between the leaves, so the more the marrier for them.
The shrimp don't care at all though. As long as there is some yummy biofilm on it, then they're happy. Look at her pickin through the sand and detritus. So cute~
Not to sound like a terrifying communist or anything, but I think it's bad when we let people die from preventable causes.
Found in my school sketchbook from 2017
(so I was about 15?)
Alexander McQueen: The Horn of Plenty, A/W 2009
Jacket of black leather, black fox fur, and silver metal; skirt of black leather.
God gives his darkest carnivals to his strongest juggalos
Gold and lapis lazuli fragment from a lyre, from the City of Ur, Mesopotamia, circa 2450 BC
from The Penn Museum
Source: penn.museum
i think as adults it's our responsibility to be nice to kids and treat them with the respect we wish we got at that age and im not kidding or exaggerating in the least
I can’t stop getting emotional about how tenderly a shepherd caresses his dog’s face on this marble sarcophagus from the third century
The dog’s face is just so lovingly crafted and it’s much more finely detailed than some of the other animals in the piece. The expression is pure contentment and devotion. This scene is a tiny portion of a huge elaborate sculpture but I really feel like the artist was trying to capture a specific emotion with these two. The way that you feel when you look at your dog is thousands of years old.
An extract from Cynegeticus [On Hunting (with Dogs)], by the Greek writer Arrian (86-160 CE), about his dog, Horme [Dash]:
While I am at home she remains by my side, and accompanies me when I go out, following me to the gymnasium, and, while I am exercising, sits by me. On my return home, she runs in front of me, often looking to see whether I had turned off the road; and as soon as she catches sight of me, shows symptoms of joy, and again, turns and trots in front of me. If I am going out on any government business, she remains with my friend, and treats him exactly the same. If she has not seen either of us for a short time, she jumps up repeatedly by way of greeting, and barks with joy. At meals she pats us, with one foot and the other, to remind us to feed fer. Having been beaten with a whip as a puppy, if anyone, even to this day, mentions a whip, she will come up to the speaker cowering and begging, and will jump up and hang on their neck, applying her mouth to theirs as if to kiss them, and will not let go until she is appeased. Now really I do not think that I should be ashamed to write the name of this dog; so that it may be left to posterity. [I] had a greyhound named Horme, who was of the greatest speed and intelligence and, was altogether excellent.
"how to look androgynous" "nonbinary fashion tips" you are skinny im not listening to you
