Adolf von Becker (1831 - 1909) - The Cat on the Pillow. Oil on canvas.
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Adolf von Becker (1831 - 1909) - The Cat on the Pillow. Oil on canvas.
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Adolf von Becker - Sleeping Gray Cat and a Rat. 1864. Oil on canvas.

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The world is out to get me bruh 😭😭😭
How do I study the subject i dislike? I find it very difficult to even start studying it
⋆。‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧。⋆ how to study subjects you actually hate ⋆。‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧。⋆
(without losing your mind) ✨
oh sweetie, this question hits so close to home! honestly, we've all been there, staring at a textbook for a subject that makes us want to crawl back into bed and pretend it doesn't exist. the good news? you're definitely not alone in this struggle, and there are actually some really effective ways to make it more manageable 💕
let's be real for a second you don't have to love every subject you study. that's just not realistic, and putting that pressure on yourself only makes things harder. instead, let's just try to focus on building a sustainable approach that ACTUALLY works.
✧・゚: *:・゚✧ my tried-and-true strategies for conquering the subjects we hate ✧・゚: *:・゚✧
⋆ start ridiculously small i know everyone says this, but hear me out, when i say small, i mean really small. can't bring yourself to study for an hour? try 15 minutes. still too much? literally just open your textbook and read one page.
the hardest part is always starting, and once you're in motion, it's so much easier to keep going. i've had study sessions that started with "i'll just organize my notes for 5 minutes" and ended up lasting two hours because the momentum carried me.
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⋆ the "sandwich method" this one changed my life! sandwich your least favorite subject between two things you actually enjoy. maybe that's starting with your favorite subject, then tackling the dreaded one, then ending with something fun like journaling or watching a study vlog.
it makes the whole experience feel more balanced and gives you something to look forward to.
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⋆ find your "why" (even if it's practical) you don't need some deep, passionate reason to study something. sometimes your "why" is just "i need this grade to graduate" or "this is required for my major" and that's completely valid!
write down your reason and put it somewhere visible. on tough days, that reminder can be the push you need to keep going.
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⋆ make it as pleasant as possible if you have to suffer through it, at least make the environment nice! this might mean:
studying in your coziest spot with good lighting
using pens and notebooks that make you happy
having your favorite drink nearby
playing soft background music that helps you focus
these little touches won't make you love the subject, but they can make the experience more bearable.
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⋆ the "teach someone else" trick this sounds counterintuitive when you hate the subject, but explaining concepts to someone else (even if it's just your pet or a plant lol) actually helps things stick in your brain. plus, it shows you what you do and don't understand yet.
you could also try making voice memos explaining concepts to yourself, sometimes hearing it in your own words makes it click. and i know this is a common study tip other usually give, but it's supperrrr helpful for subjects you don't actually like.
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⋆ break it into tiny, specific goals so, instead of "study chemistry for 2 hours" (overwhelming!), try:
"read pages 45-50"
"complete 5 practice problems"
"make flashcards for chapter 3 vocabulary"
specific, small goals feel so much more achievable and give you that satisfying sense of completion.
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⋆ reward yourself consistently and i don't just mean after big milestones! reward yourself for small wins too. finished reading that section you've been avoiding? treat yourself to your favorite snack. completed a practice quiz? watch an episode of your favorite show.
these little rewards help your brain associate studying (even the hard stuff) with positive feelings.
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⋆ study with others when possible even if you're not naturally a group study person, there's something really helpful about shared accountability. find classmates who are also struggling with the subject, you can motivate each other and share the burden.
if in-person isn't possible, online study groups or even just body doubling sessions can work wonders.
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✧・゚: *:・゚✧ gentle reminders for the hard days ✧・゚: *:・゚✧
some days are going to be harder than others, and that's okay. progress isn't always linear, especially with subjects we find challenging or uninteresting.
make sure to remember that you're not trying to become passionate about this subject, you're just trying to get through it successfully. and truly that's enough. you're allowed to dislike things and still do well at them.
the most important thing: be patient with yourself. building new study habits takes time, especially when you're working against your natural preferences. start with one or two of these strategies and see what works for you.
you've got this, love. even when it feels impossible, you're stronger than you think 💕
what's the subject you're currently battling with? i'd love to hear about your experiences in the notes!
⋆。‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧。⋆ xoxo, mindy ✨ ⋆。‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧。⋆
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Some digidoodles since I’ve been playing through time stranger
My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.
do they smoke weed?
Yes, actually.
you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)
They don’t look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
Well that escalated quickly……
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omg
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
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Lore fact: The Muppet Joker ( untagged ) has just released new, “evil pronouns.” Only we were told what those were, and we are not telling you.
For your safety.
WHO TOLD YOU ABOUT MY SECRET EVIL PRONOUNS????
My therapist (this a new one, not to be confused with the one I hit with my car) is a very straight-laced, youth pastor type guy who does not understand what I am talking about 90% of the time so honestly idk how effective he is as a therapist, but randomly he will zero in on one of my Brain Problems with complete clarity before going back to his default Straight And Neurotypical level of understanding of my general fuck-up-ery. Like I was trying to explain to him why I project so much onto certain fictional characters and why writing fanfiction about them is so cathartic for me, and I could tell I was losing him because he was having a hard time grasping the idea of just, fanfiction in general, but then he suddenly said, "it might feel safer for you to explore scary feelings with creative writing about fictional characters because you actually have control over the things you're writing, as opposed to in the real world, where you feel you have very little control over anything." And I was kind of reeling from that a little, because like, yeah, but then he said "and you use characters you like because it makes you happy to see them, like how I watch any movie that has The Rock starring in it, because it makes me happy to see The Rock." And then he just looked at me like