Not elegant enough to be a vampire…. . not jock enough to be a werewolf.. ..
goblin it is
Not elegant enough to be a vampire…. . not jock enough to be a werewolf.. ..
goblin it is
If Tumblr dies here’s a list of the places you can find me!
My Top 10 photos in no particular order. All OC > https://www.instagram.com/steveroe_/
Dysphoria management tip: Go hang out in the fckng woods.
I’m not thinking about my primary and secondary sex characteristics when I’m alone in the fckng woods! I’m thinking about moss and rocks and sticks and shit, not my tiddies.
““Caw, caw!” A huge black crow circled above me in the air and landed on a rock nearby. We looked at each other in silence.
“Crow, are you a boy or a girl?”
“Caw, caw!”
I laughed and rolled over on my back. The sky was crayon blue. I pretended I was lying on the cotton white clouds. The earth was damp against my back. The sun was hot, the breeze was cool. I felt happy. Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.”
-Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues
The Hill of Slain by Ted Nasmith
Alfred de Dreux, Pug Dog in an Armchair, 1857, oil on canvas, Hermitage Museum, Saint Petersburg, Russia, source
Me
California Dreamin’ by The Mamas & The Papas except it’s playing from a box radio while you sit on the porch of a Yosemite Ranger Station in the very early morning. It’s summer. It’s 1979. And you love your job.
They need to make 😔 this emoji with 🤠this hat
when they say yeehaw but don’t ask haw yee
Collected from the Egyptian desert in March of 1846, the Helix desertorum specimen was sent to the British Museum, where scientists thought it had expired in transit. It was glued to a cardboard display card shortly after.
One day four years later, curators noticed something strange about their catatonic mollusk: the shell seemed to have moved from its glued position and a trail of discoloration followed it.
Archivists removed it from the card to give it a bath, with a suspicion the snail might have in fact been slumbering.
After just a few minutes of exposure to moisture, the snail’s head poked from its shell and surveyed its new home with four eye stalks.
As the snail adjusted to active life again, it became a minor celebrity and sat for a portrait by the museum’s zoological artist for inclusion in a book on mollusks, seen below:
(Source)
He was havin himself a nap.
no offense but I’ve never gotten over anything that’s happened to me in my life
grow big
op im begging you to get dragged back to hell where you belong
gooby pls
i really like looking at google image searches for “firemen rescuing cats” or something because you get super cute pictures like
AND THEN THERE’S THIS ONE
“THAT’S RIGHT TWAS I that set the house ablaze!!!”