life is pain highness

i pray that aug, sep, oct, nov and dec are all months full of growth, blessings, productivity, new doors open and opportunities

reblog if its friday and you made it

When you thought it would be easy peasy lemon squeezy but it turns out to be difficult difficult lemon difficult.

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Not the citrus scale I was looking for but I like it

i need a house with a front porch and i need to sit there with the love of my life day after day and never stop being curious about each other

Being an adult will have you unironically craving a vegetable

Being an adult will have you unironically sad about a parasite outbreak in fresh vegetables.

"google ai" "spotify ai dj" "ai assistant" "enhanced by ai" what if i just start beating people over the head with a rock

Pottery sounds terrifying to me. Every post I see is like "Here's this awesome art I made!! Pray for me that it survives The Kiln™ :')" I don't think I could cope with making art that could quite easily blow up and I have no way of controlling that. You guys are true heroes.

don't forget about the kiln gods! it's common to make a little votive offering figurine and put it in with the firing pieces, in hope that it will either protect the pieces or explode in their place. i think there's something both romantic and brutal about fashioning a little guy with your own two hands to care for your work or explode. i think that if a creator god made us humans out of clay, he's got no one to blame for the fact we do both.

it fucken WIMDY

“girk at my work”

“girk at my work”

also according to michael collins when the three of them were discussing what neil armstrong should say when he first stepped on the moon, collins suggested armstrong say “Oh, my God, what is that thing?”  and then scream and cut out his mic.

Everyone forgets Michael Collins and it’s fucking tragic.