What would happen to a werewolf on the Moon?

you have to be sincere. you have to stop being sad that you haven't been killed and take up the burden of loving yourself and taking care of yourself. and when I say love yourself I mean pretend you are an angel sent down by God for the purpose of loving and healing one specific person, yourself. and when I say take care of yourself I mean pretend you are an alien zookeeper and your only job is to look after a single human being in the Earth enclosure, you. after a few years of practicing this, you will develop the ability to like yourself and enjoy your own company, and you'll know enough about yourself to take it from there. I'm ordering you to do this, whether you have the "will" to do it or not, out of pure self-interest, because five years from now it will have made you good company and I prefer the human world to be populated with good companions. little lanterns against the inhospitable night of the age of Iron.

today's bug thing is this giant beetle sculpture!

here's the people that made them. currently searching their webbed site for more bug stuff.

bee haircut.

when ur buddy gets a little too drunk and starts hugging random humans and you just have to sit there and deal with it beecause you love them but it's still really awkward

this is giving big "grabbing you by the ear because listen here you little shit" energy

go look at the gallery here. just. look at all the work that went into this. this feels like such a labor of love. fucking incredible.

at a party rizzing up a cute girl by infodumping about ur special interest (it's working)

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the shimp got too much attention and now there are transphobes in my notes, this is a transgender blog run by a transgender dyke. fuckers.

Wanted to show off the amazing color diversity of isopods! All of these are cropped images of isopods, with little to no color adjustments. (I can list all the species I used if you’d be interested! And try to find the original image sources again..)

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he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person's face. "there was a time," he says, "i'm not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend." he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn't make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.

happy pride, family.

I cannot believe having a Nature episode on in the background while I worked today would solve the mystery of which of my neighbors stuffed 6 inches of baguette firmly under my wiper blades two years ago.

SKY HIGH (2005) dir. Mike Mitchell

James Baldwin, Nothing Personal

“Black Snake” (2002) ∿ William E. Nutt ◆ Polished marble, raw limestone

THIS IS A POST ABOUT GOATS!!

/nj = not joking i want to kill you for real

— Hugo Höppener, 1897