Never grow up

You know you grew up on Steve Irwin when you see a photo of a crocodile and think, “Wow. Just beautiful.”

And you see Stingrays as the devil themselves

nah man Steve would have forgiven that stingray and absolved it of its sins

He would have apologized for getting into the stingray’s space and making it afraid. 

If you put your ear up to a seashell you can hear the sound of mY HEART BREAKING INTO A THOUSAND LITTLE PIECES

This is why I get so mad whenever my folks have Animal Planet on lately and it’s all about WHAT ANIMALS ARE GOING TO MURDER YOU IN YOUR FACE? EXOTIC PETS RIP OWNER TO SHREDS! SNAKES! WILL THEY EAT YOU? (YES) Steve Irwin (and at the time at least his contemporary follow-behind Jeff Corwin) ushered in such a pure unbridled LOVE of exotic, ferocious, terrifying animals. He respected the animals so much, he loved them. Yes, crocs would charge and snakes would lunge, but he would respect when the animal deemed its boundaries well crossed and let it go back on its merry reptilian way. This was the Tone for my childhood. My education of wild animals was Steve Irwin talking about how beautiful this deadly crocodile was, how majestic and chill and peaceful coexistence could be. It was Jeff Corwin screaming and yelling at people at the discovery of a snake carcass, killed because of ignorant fear of it. It was harmless, and lost, and scared, and decapitated and he was livid. Why? Why would you do that? It was non-venomous, it didn’t want to be where it was any more than you wanted it to be where it was – why didn’t you call someone to release it? And now it’s just… “Everything is murderous and animals will eat your face and everything is Ruthless Killing Machines” and just. I feel like I’m watching my own father’s work be tainted whenever AP is on. It’s so upsetting.

A soft pillowy cloud of grey

Since this heart shape is actually based on the shape of a woman’s ass I think the Martians are just trying to tell us they like and/or have da booty

fucking Legolas