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This is the funniest safety decal I've ever fucking seen

I came to tumblr to see little baby man and now I know the entire backstory to goncharov and honestly the housekeeper with the stupid rolly vacuum that can’t pick up shit is by far my favorite character

This scraggly cheetah print ball is by far Georgia’s favorite toy. Mine too, since she’s had it for 4 years and never put a hole in it

Frank quit barking while I'm in class challenge impossible

i think we should lobby for equal access to quiet hours. why do first shifters get all the respect? there should be mandatory quiet hours for 3rd shifters to sleel too. in fact! given how concerned everyone is with the idea 3rd shift leaves you permanently sleep deprived, mandatory quiet hours for 3rds SHOULD be highly prized.

i suggest it mirror common 1st shift quiet hours: 10am to 6pm. should be easy if "everyone is at work anyway". leaves the 4 hour window between 6am and 10am, and again 6pm and 10pm to do loud things & like. commute or play. can be ignored like quiet hours usually are on bank holidays, when "everyone" is off work.

tried to take a stupid walk for my stupid mental health (TM), but some kid on a bike was following me around and verbally harassing me the whole time. ffs

therapy is expensive, but you know what isn’t? walking around your house singing no children by the mountain goats as loud as you can.

New chapter of the Merlin Beauty and the Beast AU

updated 3 Saturdays in a row! what am I doing? What productive being has possessed me? On a scale of 1-10, how proud are you of me? You, specifically, reading this. Leave a comment below. 1's will be deleted 😌

in the last three days i've bought (/received) a brand new washer/dryer and a new lawnmower

is this what being an adult is

oh yeah that time of the year again when the lawn on this parkour-course of a plot has to be mowed for reasons that still escape me yee haw

Shout out to that one electric lawn mower that has a ladybug pattern on it.

It always hides in the winter and comes back in the spring, I get so happy when it comes back like yay come eat the grass again!!

I think it's going to go away soon because winter is coming :(( I'm not miss ladybug lawn mower :((

So basically if you make most creatures a size they're usually not it is wrong in some way. A kobold or maybe even a funny doggy the size a building is just too much. Sure there are instances of it happening but it's rare and a source of much wonder confusion for how that happened. Now a dragon. You can basically make a dragon any size you want and it still makes sense. Is it 1 building big? That's normal. Bigger than a small moon? That's nature baby. A mere 3 grapes tall? Well that little critter makes an awful lot of sense now doesn't it? This is because basically dragons are like fish. you wouldn't dare tell a fish what it can and cant do,that would be absurd. the fish woudlnt even hear you because it is too busy chowing down on an delectable detritus it found. and dont even think of saying that to the dragon cause baby, the dragon is the fish's diner buddy and it's chewing louder than a lawn mower caught over a rock! you really should join in you know,its rude to stare

I will never stop talking about how messed up it is that in North America, short, mown grass surfaces in outdoor urban/suburban environments are seen everywhere and feel right, intuitive, and natural, when plant communities that could be described as "low grassy turf" straight-up did not exist in most of North America prior to European colonization.

Everywhere millions of acres of neglected curbs, swaths of ground separating fast food places or gas stations, spaces surrounding churches, roadsides, ditches, parks, yards, are maintained using carbon-emitting machinery as flat grass surfaces for reasons so obvious to us, we've forgotten them.

It is a labor-intensive, wasteful, effortful ritual of contempt and neglect for the land. A space of mowed grass between a gas station and a road is so utterly empty, so utterly identical to every other space of mowed grass, that the human mind doesn't even process it as "something," it's just space. No one would rest here, no one would sit here, no one uses this space, there is nothing beautiful or life-giving or important or worthy of conscious register here. It may not even occur to the mind that there is "something" in between the gas station and the road.

So many thousands and thousands of acres of space are nothingified like this. Even just a single square foot of space can be so RICH and exploding with life, if you love it. If you tend to it and give it your heart. How much land is never glanced at, hardly walked upon, except to have a lawn mower driven over it. How much life-giving habitat razed into a cruel, butchered parody of a murkily remembered European landscape.

Think how priceless a tiny little garden, a patch of sunbeams in a forest, a small trickle of stream, a single mossy log, can be! A person in communion with nature can love a place by the square inch! No place on Earth ever was "nothing!"

But all around me I see the flat carpets maintained by machines. I see so many precious square inches of Earth ignored and treated as nothing instead of loved and listened to closely and cared for.

How many strawberries could have grown here? How many little mushrooms could have popped out of this soil? How many kinds of lichen and moss could have fit on a medium-size boulder here, before it was all destroyed and made into nothing but a surface to be run over with a lawn mower?

Had a sad spell at work, saw a girl, not more than 14, hugging her dad while they waited for their food, I couldn't stop from crying because I miss my daddy so much. Whatever he was the last few years with the drugs and the lying didn't, and doesn't, matter. I just want to hear his voice, and joke around with him, and sing along to the radio in the car with him, and cook with him. I want to be like that girl and be able to hug my dad.