maniraptor shenanigans

That’s really freaking cool

you race down the dirt path. the soft, sandy soil sticks to the bottom of your bare feet as they touch down again and again, rhythmically trotting down, down, down. through a forest, the thick canopy of leaves shining in the sun above, the wind rustling through the branches. you hear birdsong and squirrels twittering. at the bottom of the soft winding path you hear the crash of waves, skidding out and turning round a boulder to see the ocean in all its vast glory. the blue sky is painted with gentle white clouds as the water sloshes round, crashing down and receding again and again. the sand filters between your toes, damp from the tide. seagulls caw and play on the wind. the trees stand behind you, a protective guard, shielding the small cove from any troubles imaginable. take a deep breath. take in the clean, salty breeze. feel the warmth of the morning sun.

me as a discovery

THEY’RE ROASTING HIM

LISTEN TO BOB ROSS.

A limerick:

POETRY WAS NOT MEANT TO BE USED LIKE THIS

Yes it was.

by Sarah Andersen

*southern weeb voice* how nya’ll doin’

they vote for trump he fucks them over we call them stupid so they resolve to vote for him again….. Too stupid to live, that’s right.

I’m going to force myself into half-hearted optimism and think there HAS to be an interruption of the circuit at a certain point. Once they’re in enough pain, self-preservation has got to kick in, and a greater number will start listening and thinking, not just hating and hating. Otherwise we’re all going down together in the death spiral.

fuck OFF

Note that pigs are also HUGE. So, yes, they ARE slightly larger pigs.

every time I see this post there are more people discovering how fuck off huge pigs actually are and I love it I thought this was a thing everyone knew but clearly not and I’m laughing 

FUCK OFF

me whenever i have a cold: i can’t remember the last time i could breathe out of my left nostril…it must have been 14 years ago when i was a child on the farm..life was simpler back then….. i remember the sound of the creek over by that big rock.. when papa came home from the town bearing fresh yeast for ma to make bread with, i breathed in the crisp fall air through both nostrils before heading into the kitchen, where i could smell all of our spices 

@unique-pie more rainbow rock

Perfect

fuck you I’m gonna eat a mountain too

self care is washing down your meds with an entire mountain then fistfighting god in a target parking lot