Why does this potato have legs?
will byers stan first human second
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Jules of Nature
Misplaced Lens Cap
art blog(derogatory)
Sade Olutola
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
cherry valley forever
styofa doing anything

Origami Around
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

TVSTRANGERTHINGS

PR's Tumblrdome
almost home
Not today Justin

titsay
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
seen from Norway
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Denmark
seen from United States
seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from United States
seen from United Arab Emirates

seen from Georgia
seen from Indonesia
seen from TĂźrkiye

seen from Malaysia
seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from United States

seen from Germany

seen from Denmark

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Singapore

seen from Malaysia
@taetertott
Why does this potato have legs?

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
i just had the weirdest moment, i was feeling my front teeth with my tongue because theyâre the tiniest bit crooked, and then i had the thought âiâll check if theyâre also crooked in my other mouthâ and then i realized to my shock and confusion that i have only one mouth, leading me to believe that in a past life i was a terrible monster with two mouths
A few months ago, I thought to myself âMmm Iâm so tired⌠how much longer in this one again?â and I knew instinctively what I meant by âthis oneâ was this body and this life. I then spend a few wide-eyed moments having an identity/existential crisis like how many times have I been on this earth to have such an instinctive response to being bone-weary to my soul? No one can really answer, especially not me.
In July 2017, one night I woke up around 2 a.m and blurted out in a quasi professorial voice âthe Equinox Bird has infinite beaks, all in the wrong direction, and infinite eyesâ and I donât know what the fuck I was dreaming about but it still haunts me. It seemed like a very important information for a few seconds.
i really appreciate the last commenter giving us an exact date and time like that information needs to be preserved
One time I passed out on the couch after going a few days without sleep, and when I woke up mom said I had been speaking in German in my sleep, and it sounded like I was ordering people to build something
When I was like 5 my mom took me to the grave of her friend that died of cancer and I asked what happened and my mom explained that she died and i fucking said âI died onceâ and my mom asked me to explain and I went into pretty detailed explanation about how I died in a war because âI got stabbed by a gun with a knife at the endâ (my exact words) and I met god and she (sheâs a woman obvs) asked if I wanted to stay or go back to earth and I said I wanted to go back so I chose my mom cause she was struggling to have a baby (she had me through IVF) and lemme tell you that changed her like nothing will make you second guess your religious beliefs like a five year old explaining heaven and god to you
this post is a fucking ride and it reminded me of something i forgot
one time i was playing on my wii (like 5-ish years ago) and i thought to myself âi havenât checked on rowan in a week, has he died from the plague? :(â and i didnât think anything of it for a bit until later when i had a âwhat the fuckâ moment
I love this kind of shit because it happens to me all the goddamn time. Like:
-The other night I rolled over in the middle of the night to shake my partner awake, proceeded to tell him how I was glad that âthis time round we would truly have the freedom to love each other properlyâ and how his hands belonged to his last self, but his eyes had never changed in all the lives Iâd known him. And he just laid there in the dark like wtf because I was asleep. Like Iâd woken him to tell him that all in my sleep and then left him to have a crisis.
- Watching the history channel with my Pop on the couch, tender age of 7, and theyâre talking about crucifixion. And my pop, ever the funny man, is like âthat looks like it aughta hurtâ. And I just turn to look at him and without hesitation reply âonly at firstâ. And heâs like âwhat do you meanâ and tiny me just shrugged and said âwell thereâs a place beyond the hurt where everything just stopsâ and he turned the telly off and left the room.
- night before Christmas 2012, dreamt Iâd been stabbed in the lungs by an angel with the face of a falcon. He looked at me and told me he had to do it, so that âmy next breath would come as a rebirthâ. When he started to glow so brightly that it burned my eyes, I woke up to all the lights in my house on and a dark bruise beneath my rib cage. Will admit, that one freaked me out.
- walked past a graveyard with a friend back in middle school on the way to her house, and mid conversation I stopped talking and stood stock still, looked over at the walls,and quietly said âI have a friend in thereâ. Then picked up the conversation and continued strolling like nothing had happened. To be fair, I didnât realise what Iâd said. She still tells me Iâm the reason she canât walk past that graveyard anymore.
- a couple of years ago when I was in Wales I walked past an old stone house just outside of Aberystwyth, and just started to weep. I had the overwhelming thought that I needed to be in there to get dinner ready for the children, but in a different life so long ago and so impossible to reach, that thefeeling of loss was instant and overwhelming.
- was about to use a pedestrian crossing, when my whole body just sort of went hey donât do that, and so I stopped and put my arm out to stop the woman who was crossing behind me, and 2 seconds later a car came skidding around the corner and crashed into the tree on the other side of the crossing, and I just whispered âha, not this timeâ and didnât really think about it until later when I realised Iâd nearly died again. (Btw i waited for th ambulance to show up and the dude driving the car was fine, just hit his head and was drunk af at 10:30am on a Thursday).
- another dream I had just this week, I was sitting in an otherwise empty cinema with a tall, thin man. I canât really recall what he looked like, except he was well dressed, impossibly pale, and he kind of blurred when you looked directly at him, so I mainly watched him out the corner of my eye and looked ahead at the blank movie screen. He was holding my hand, and he asked me if i enjoyed my life. I said yes and explained why. He then said, almost verbatim, âAnd how does this one weigh against the last? Can it tip the scales, or is it, at last, to be found lacking?â And I replied, almost verbatim âI weigh my lives against my joy, and each life I find there is more joy to be discovered.â He replied with a laugh, lifted my hand to a kiss and said âtill next time thenâ and disappeared. I woke up in the dark with both my cats sitting on me, alert, and staring out my bedroom door.
So many more, but these are the first that come to mind.
When I was little, my mother, my sister and I would dream in unison so often that one time when my mother was having a rather dull dream about golf my tiny 3 year old self shook her awake and told her to stop because it was boring. She dreaded having nightmares because both of us would wake up shrieking.Â
My sister and I have also been known to argue in our sleep. Witnesses assure us that whatever made the shouting start, we both knew what it was and were mad about it. We donât need to be in the same room for this.
We also stayed in a haunted house for a while. An old lady had fallen in the chilly hallway just outside the warm kitchen, broken her hip, and couldnât reach high enough to open the door, so she died of hypothermia a foot away from a telephone and warmth. Without fail, every person who stood in that spot and tried to open that door - the single most used door in the house, being between the kitchen and the bathroom and front door - felt cold and found themselves scrabbling frantically at the door handle, which was always strangely hard to open from that side. You got used to it to an extent, but it always hit strangers hard.Â
Necessity may be the mother of invention but boredom, impatience and lack of funds are the parents of ingenuity.
I don't know if there's tutorials to make these out there, I just made it because it would work. It's a cardboard box, a broken comb, a wooden spoon, lots of string holding things together, and the cardboard from the packaging for some stockings makes the tablets and shuttle.
And look at you, you're weaving!
Excellent use of objects around you. Your weaving looks lovely!
OP this is punk rock as FUCK and you should be proud.
Thankyou!! I am!
When girls do the thing where they wear open button ups but tuck them in so that you can see just enough cleavage so that their whole titty isn't out, but you kinda wish it was.
Like this:
Good shit. Top tier shit. High quality shit.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
MAKE ME CHOOSE anonymous asked shane madej or ryan bergara
i just hope all of my black followers, mutuals, etc know that your voice matters and that your voice needs to be heard. you matter and should always matter. im so sorry people are gross. and im so sorry this is still happening in 2020.
Paladin: Any acolytes around?
Cleric: I'm religious, what's up?
Paladin: How do I get to heaven through violence?
Cleric: It's called a crusade and you need a god's permission first.
Just a reminder that Iâm an Adult⢠and if that makes you feel uncomfortable feel free to:
unfollow me
ask me to unfollow you
block me
I wonât get mad or anything. Itâs important to make sure you feel comfortable and secure.
there's a lady on the train knitting so aggressively and quickly that her needles clack like some sort of cartoon character and I am super intimidated
she smashed out a shawl in like 35 minutes and now sheâs aggressively eating a sandwich. i cant
that sandwich is gone. packet of chips? gone. fuel for the knitting machine that she is. sheâs at it again

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Whatâs the different between dark mori and post apocalyptic fashion??? And strega for that matter
Iâm not personally familiar with strega fashion, but mori originally came from japan, where the point was to look like an otherworldly forest spiritâ hence why itâs called âmori,â which means âforestâ in japanese.
Dark mori is a more western take on âgoth-ingâ that up, and has resulted in blending more witchy styles with japanese mori silhouettes. I often think of dark mori like fashion banshees and general unseelie type vibes, but the general point is it should feel dark but from the forest or with a ânatureâ aura.
Post apoc fashion on the other hand is highly inspired by science fiction, and is essentially a way to fashionize the styles we like from movies. Mad max without spiky armor, star wars tatooine or jakku fashion, etc. Post apoc fash often focuses more on the âdesert wastelandâ direction of speculative fiction, and uses sun-protecting layers as well as a lot of dusty colors (charcoals, dusty tans, etc). Iâve also noticed a lot of sedated military greens, and general light inspiration from military utility items to give the clothes a more faux-practical look. Thereâs usually a ruined industrial feeling to it
And as a final note, a lot of fashion trends inspire each other, so there will always be a lot of overlap especially in smaller scenes. There are convergent evolutions too, so while styles may have started in different areas or from a different background, sometimes theyâll end up looking similar just because of whatâs popular at the time (like currently streetwear is still pretty obsessed with drop-crotch silhouettes, etc)
I love this, thank you.
As far as I know, âstregaâ literally just means âwitchâ and the point of the fashion was to look like a witch who lived in an old cottage in the woods.
why must daddy take away our replies iâve been a good girl
see normally Iâd kink shame in the replies but now Iâve gotta do it out here in the open
HOW CAN
THIS BOY
BE REAL?!
he isnt? hes a cartoon character
Old art I never finished or posted (for obvious reasons)
hmm, id say, for obvious reasons, this is fucking perfect as is
Its what he would have wanted
Sokkaâs self-portrait

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
real goose hours
THEY DO THE THING