hypothetically.... if i were a snail.... and you were a snail..... and we were on top of some cherries.... floating in a river.... would u kiss me??
Cerberus but all fluffy and happy!
Shout out to all the little plants growing in the pavement cracks
I love you, little plants
You make everything look better
Especially abandoned places
You’re doing a very important job
Have a nice day
Chris Evans on the set of ‘Captain America: Civil War’
eXCUSSEE MEEE WHY DOESNT CAPTAIN AMERICA HAVE A BELLY WINDOW ALL THE TIME??
every sailor needs a captain
Me, eating Apple slices with my rats in the dark: were a lot alike you and i. We eat we sleep we live trapped in our comfort zones never doing anything more than the usual. Your cage is physical you have an excuse but me? What stops me from getting up and leaving all that I know? Nothing but social obligation. But you seem satisfied in your space, to climb your walls and rest and shit and eat. Perhaps there is wisdom in that.
My rats, eating apples with me in the dark : crunchcrunchcrunch crunchcrumch crunchcrunchcrunch
pretty shitty how baseline human activities like singing, dancing and making art got turned into skills instead of being seen as behaviors
so now it’s like ‘the point of doing them is to get good at them’ and not ‘this is a thing humans do, the way birds sing and bees make hives’.
What’s sad to me about this is that I’ve noticed a lot of people saying they “can’t” do art, or dance, or sing. That because it’s turned into a profitable vocation, and thus has some implied heirarchy to it (ie: there are ‘master artists’, and ‘professional singers and dancers’), people feel shame for not “living up to unattainable standards,” when in reality, art for humans is very therapeutic and good for the soul.
wait wait everybody shut the fuck up. stawberry kettle.
Bounce Bounce!
Whee!
Original images by @xxziggystardust and @chillgamesh-the-swing
people will say they aren’t attractive and then go create art and then go write beautiful poetry and then go bake a cake for a friend and then go spread positivity and then go write a novel and then continue to say they aren’t attractive, as if everything they do doesn’t count or doesn’t matter, as if societal expectations somehow decide their worth and fate.
Be kind to any resting bees you find. ♡ They will appreciate it very much and bless you later.
I want to delete all my social medias and disappear but then i’ll be bored
I could die under the northern lights on a cold night and be fine