guh… worms

Mountain weasel (Mustela altaica)

#it fucken sumny (via @mindfulwrath)

mice are having sex in my walls :(

never thought i'd get accused of faking having a mice infestation for tumblr clout and yet here we are

you fucked those mice yourself

I fucked those mice myself

pig giant bones turn slate and french after a few years

that makes sense

the quick brown fox lowkey mogs the lazy dog

The quick brown fox just low-key vibe mogged the lazy chopped dog

The quickpilled brown fox vibemogs lazy chud dogcel by jumpmaxxing

if you're washed chopped and cooked then you might be vegetables

This is just my two cents on what is ultimately a very complicated issue, but I feel like too often we treat representation like it's a quality problem when it would be better approached as a quantity problem. For as many people want to see a serious grounded portrayal of their experiences, there are also those who just want to relax and have a good time. So for instance, if you're writing a trans woman for your story, instead of pouring all of your effort into research - trying to avoid every stereotype while simultaneously making her all things to all trans women - you could instead just add a second trans woman

This has the added advantage that you can make them kiss, but I digress

ok note to self i gotta leave the house regularly so that i dont feel like im slowly transforming into an evil fucking shadow clone of myself

So as it turns out your sense of self doesnt exist in a vacuum. You gotta actually use it and bounce it off of other people like echolocation to see where you are as a person and shit. So if you dont regularly interact with other people the echoes just get weaker and weaker and before you know it your personality is a blurry fucked up fog clone of its former self. which it sucks because this makes it really hard to interact with people again but yknow

Cave divers are our bravest, most useless soldiers

But without cave divers, who would rescue all the stuck cave divers?

Every cave dive rescue operation involves a second, even more stuck cave diver.

at the club they said sir you can't come in here you're not wearing pants I ripped off my tearaway legs to reveal pants underneath. bouncer baffled.

we talk a lot about ohhhh what if my calling is to be the greatest mammoth hunter ever and I'm wasting my talents in the modern era but we never think about what if Thog from 30,000 BCE was the only person ever born who could get a sub-7min Donkey Kong Country any%, and he never got the chance. what about thog