@soaring-bean / soaring-bean.tumblr.com
hey now...
Couldn't have nailed me any harder to the floor if you had a fucking hammer.
I mean...
First of all, OP:
Fuck you (affectionate)
But also
Soooooooo painfully (but with a happy ending???) accurate.
I just love oblivious dumbasses who create their own problems, and maybe sometimes are also their own solutions.
go to this random coordinates generator and say in the tags how you would fare if you were dropped where it generates without warning. i’ll go first i’d be dropped in the middle of the fucking south atlantic ocean and perish
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Mount Grefell National Park in Australia
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BRASIL ☝️☝️☝️🏆🏆🇧🇷
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A spit of land on the edge of Lac la Martre in Tlochi Lands in the Northwest Territories, Canada. It looks to be about twenty miles or so from Whati. In this weather? I am boned. If it were summer, I could probably survive provided I didn’t run into any bears or moose.
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A national park around Phoenix, Arizona
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side of a road in yamagata, japan, near the mogami river
fairly lucky, i suppose
maybe I could get one of my mutuals in japan to pick me up? I wouldn't mind staying with @three-maddys-in-a-trenchcoat for a little bit
antarctica
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If you like frogs. Or possums. Or cool builds. Or happiness. This is the video for you.
Tags via @brawltogethernow
“One of the most solid pieces of writing advice I know is in fact intended for dancers – you can find it in the choreographer Martha Graham’s biography. But it relaxes me in front of my laptop the same way I imagine it might induce a young dancer to breathe deeply and wiggle their fingers and toes. Graham writes: ‘There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.’”
— Zadie Smith (via campaignagainstcliche)
Continually impressed with this apple pie tea I bought. It smells *exactly* like fresh baked apple pie. Intensely so
@fleet-of-words it’s Republic of Tea “Apple Pie Chai”—they sell it from their website if you can’t find it in a grocery store
no matter the struggles there is always ao3 in bed
😭 he brings all his friends to meals
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!!!”
Dying.
Every fucking time I know what’s at the bottom and every time I still lose my shit.
I’m so happy this post is back again asdlkfjsa
some others i found in the notes
The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
absolutely obsessed with these tags
we need to bring back anon kink memes in a big way. no one is horny enough anymore. the other night i found a fic on an old kink meme from 2009 that was so well-written and also so raunchy and foul (affectionate) it could have stripped paint off my car. there is something about truly unapologetic filth that can be transcendent and tender and marrow deep and maybe if we all leaned into being anonymous depraved little weirdos again we'd learn how to have more fun.
I’m not about to kinkshame a whole aquarium but
carry me into the sunset, my cephalopod prince
Fwiw I did silently kinkshame the whole aquarium (silently because it was six in the morning and I’d just landed and I had no words and THAT is how you greet newcomers, Boston?). That’s not even the worst one:
Official Post of Massachusetts
They call me 007. 0 rizz 0 bitches 7 mental health diagnosises
Honestly I’d rather people didn’t find this one
i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point
you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling
