Super tiny Mycena Roseoflava.

Photographed by cyanesense

sorry for being a hater i want to be a lover but everything pisses me off

bethlehem, palestine, 2018

Hold you dream

Volcán Calbuco, Puerto Octay, Los Lagos, Chile.

There’s not enough informed, willing, adult women on the planet to consensually meet the demand for sex and womb rentals. As long as the demand exists and outweighs the supply- trafficking, abuse, financial exploitation, coercion and rape will continue to be necessary to fulfill these requests.

The only ethical thing to do is to stop making the requests. Stop normalizing the demand for these “services”. Stop creating the expectation that for-pay wombs and vaginas are always readily available for your use. STOP.

Seen today on walk peace and love on planet earth

my father said to me once that one of the things he deeply regretted was not putting music on for his father while he was fading away. he told me that grandpa would just sit in his old armchair in the quiet, and not until after he’d passed did my dad think of how he could have played of his favorite classical music tapes for him so grandpa could listen to something while he still could. i was very young when this happened and not much older when my dad told me this, but it always stuck with me as something important.

my mother died at home in a hospice cot, slowly shutting down over the course of about a week. when she had stopped responding, i remembered what dad told me about wishing he’d played music for grandpa, and i put the radio on her favorite country music station and kept it on for her until she died.

daddy died in hospital. no cassette players, no decent radios. the day after he was brought in, i thought again of what he told me, and i bought a little portable bluetooth speaker. even though he never woke up, was never aware, i played music for him too.

there’s no real significance to sharing this, not really. my motivation is selfish, again: i just want to hope that someone might think of this when their loved one is stuck in silence somehow, and maybe they’ll play music for them, and they won’t have to regret not doing so. i want to hope it helps someone. and i want to hope that someone will remember my dad with me, even in just a “story i read on the internet” way.

serial unaliver takes me out every fucking time

phrasing of this is taking me out

100 day song challenge

day 10 - a song from one of your favourite albums (what is the album?)

this is my favourite song from my favourite album of my favourite band so to me everything about it is perfect (except the length like are you seriously kidding me)

Seaside - The Kooks from the album Inside In / Inside Out

tumblrs great. you can have 6,000 followers & only 9 of them are active/real

i have been constantly in tears over this newly hatched duck i found on instagram last night

i hope everyone knows this art design major woman i was speaking to at her art show just told me she learned a lot of how to do stuff from youtube so like, do not be fooled even tho they're in school for it, anyone can teach themselves art and graphic design