digi-moe:

zerojokes:

never-obsolete:

Microsoft Office 2004 icons

mapsontheweb:

Average color of US states based on satellite imaging.

killy:

killy:

killy:

deliberately forging a long distance polycule such that each member is situated at the point of a pentagram around the united states and when we charge our JO crystals at the same time all walmart supercenters are replaced by affordable housing

i dont mind the fma tags but this is actually the funniest thing someone’s tagged this as

doctor-yoshi-soul:

unamccormack:

sigynpenniman:

I know everyone says it’s best to just stick to “said” as a dialogue tag bc it disappears and that’s true and I mostly do but I want to take a moment for my all-time favorite dialogue tag, “lied.” Absolutely nothing hits like “‘I’m here to help,’ he lied.” NOTHING.

ABSOLUTELY one of my favourites.

sighinastorm:

bebe-benzenheimer:

sighinastorm:

normal-horoscopes:

lastvalyrian:

acidhues:

mushroom chat just dropped

I want to log on to the mushroom chat so bad

What would you even say?

“Had a cute frog sit on me today. Win.”

dietcrystalbebsi:

beetledrink:

when i was a toddler i thought god was an imperceivable web of white pulsing membranes stretched over itself a million times and i thought he lived inside the wooden pulpit at my church

qillermeme:

rosslynpaladin:

vaspider:

gudaho:

brightsunnydaysofcastamere:

gudaho:

Something deeply painful is the fact that seasons, especially fall, dont feel the same. Not because of individual maturity but because climate change has impacted the weather patterns so so so much that we cant even experience the same annual shifts that our ancestors have for centuries

I feel displaced, i yearn for the spring, summer, fall, and winter that i can barely remember experiencing

To make things worse, if you’re under 50-60 years old, you can’t even remember what normal seasons were like because you weren’t alive to experience them

In the graph above, you can see how there’s a clear tipping point in the late 1970′s, which is when global temperatures first began to really skyrocket.

I was born in 1997, so about 20 years after this shift occurred. There is an immense difference between the climate now and the climate I remember growing up in, but the way I experienced the seasons in my childhood was already fundamentally different from what the seasons were supposed to be like! My parents were pretty much the last generation to experience a normal climate, and that’s just… incredibly sad

I am processing this information in a normal way devoid of rabid rage and bloodlust i am processing this information in a normal wa-

I’m just old enough to remember the tail end of real seasons. I can’t express how different it is now.

This this this I built my existence on the reliable wheel of the year and the indigenous cultural observance of the plants and food cycles and now the wheel is off the axle and I’m lost

oneheadtoanother:

animentality: