“If you have time to watch Netflix you have time for a side hustle” my side hustle is relaxing so that my body and brain can heal from by this nose-to-the-grindstone bullshit. I refuse to feel guilty for being a human with the need to relax sometimes. my side hustle is no.
whenever i hear about hustle culture i always think about this post on r/antiwork
good sensations can sometimes be extreme, and i know i personally enjoy a good few of those, so i wanted to know which of these types of pain are the most commonly enjoyed :)
basically my question is. am i such a touch deprived weirdo that i'll enjoy fucked up sensations no one else likes or am i normal
I enjoyed these two horrible, horrible men a lot in "We Ride Forth"
THE CASUALNESS OF THAT COLLIE SLIPPING RIGHT OUT OF THEIR COLLAR. That dude is a Willing Participant of this walk and by god everyone else is going to follow the RULES.
Unmute !
I just wanna thank the person who put this across my dash cause I’m sad as hell but I still laughed a little
WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY
Dream big panels have been around for years, we sold tons of them when I worked for a quilt shop. But I never saw a color that I was dying to have a go at until this fiery one. It was my project to wrap up 2023 and sneak in some free motion therapy. I loved every second of it. It’s edges are now trimmed and faced and it’s hanging in my living room. New year, new quilted art!
he went out, he left, no longer with us
unfortunately no eclipse photography can ever outdo the waffle house one from 2017
i don't even know who took this pic. the only person who claims to know the photographer was this person who uploaded it to reddit without naming them. it just adds to the mystery of it
I know this photo!
This is a picture Nick Martino took outside a waffle house in Tennessee in 2017. It's still up on his Instagram page.
Finally a good fucking source
Lazy cat
The look of confusion
'fae flowers' stained glass dice 💐🧚 by rg_diceboutique on ig
First carriage ride of the year 🐶🌼
For anyone new, Holly Mop is a rescue dog who spent the first few years of her life in a cage. When we first got her she was terrified of being outside and would become ill with stress when we tried to take her on walks. We got her a stroller to see if that would help and it became her favorite thing. Three years later she’s able to walk on leash in quiet spaces, but still loves the elevated view from her carriage.
The flowers are left over from renfaire last year:
This transformation kills me every time.
She’s so happy now.
flocking time
