Suburban Necromancer

its morning. i see my childs Throh getting some oj from the fridge. 'morning', i say. he doesnt catch himself in time and says 'morning' back. he freezes and we both stare at each other knowingly. 'throh,' he says, but its too fucking late

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photos:  Richard Kazmaier, Wwt2112, Eric Hough

Photograph by Laura Bok

Do historical hazard signs count? Found at the Heinz History Museum in PGH

photograph by James Adams

photograph by James Adams

I love this text post so I drew it

Heavily inspired by this translation by @yassalghul

Eevee finally accepts the cone!

sighs wistfully and forlornly and woefully and

i show her this post every time it hits another thousand note milestone. she thinks we’re all ridiculous but no longer underestimates the Gay Desire For A Fun Shirt

*scared* what’s gonna happen on june tenth

who up perceiving and reacting to stimulus

That is. a great username. The first thing I saw upon opening tumblr. Thank you.