straight guy geologist describing a vertically oriented igneous intrusion to his buddy: it’s a . well. i’m not sure i can reclaim this one just get over here
- something’s tapping your second-story window. there aren’t any trees or plants by it that could be causing the noise. its probably just the rain. probably. - the mountains close in on all sides of you, watching. their presence is so familiar it feels like home. - the road to your house is winding, going up a hill. your headlights catch a pair of eyes, staring back at you from the trees. in a moment they’re gone, vanished further into the darkness. - you’re driving through the country and pass through a town. its the same town you passed 30 minutes ago. you’ve been driving in a straight line the whole time. - in the winter you leave the house in the dark. you get home in the dark. you havent seen the sun in 4 months. - you step into a tiny little vintage shop. it goes on forever, taking twists and turns that seem impossible based on the outside dimensions. its filled with memories. memories and cowboy boots. when you finally leave 4 hours have passed. - its been a couple days without rain and the entire town is starting to get antsy. when it finally rains again you can feel everyone breathing a collective sigh of relief. - you see a group of crows. you try to remember the rhyme used to count them. one for sorrow, two for joy… theres seven of them. seven for a secret, never to be told. - september brings with it smoke and the faint terror that the fire is going to hop the river to where you are. ash is falling from the sky. life is continuing like this isnt happening. - it snowed again and the entire town is silent. we all know better than to try and go outside. - its dark out. you shut all the windows in the house. you don want to know what waits outside. - you’ve been driving for hours and have only seen a couple of lone houses sitting next to bright red barns. you wonder who lives there. the barns are falling down. - it rained all fall, winter, and spring. you want to light a campfire. there is a fire ban. theres always a fire ban. - everyone still has christmas lights up. its june. no one wants to go on their roofs to take them down. not again. - you rip out some blackberries. you’ve been at it for hours. your hands are bleeding. stupid blackberries. - youre being dragged to another pub. you order a burger on a brioche bun. thats all youve eaten for the past 5 meals. - it’s going to rain tomorrow at 12:47 pm. you havent checked your weather app, but you can smell it in the air. - you look out and its a sea of flannel and denim. the crowd looks like a swarm.
Y'ALL LOOK WHAT MY WIFE DID AAAAHH
one of my sonas, mango limon (were-cat)
i am exactly 3,527 days late with this meme
Floor Time
options include:
flat on your back and starfish out
facedown, aggressively
on your side hugging a pillow or plushie
L shaped to the wall with feet up wall
whatever the fuck you want
let yourself melt and unclench your jaw
A candid image of me cleverly tricking my unsuspecting friends into sharing an interest with me so I have someone to infodump to
Did I ever tell you guys
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i can't do this shit bro im supposed to be a dog
Made the worst brownies ever created just now
Meet the Mona Lisa of the Prado, the earliest known copy of Da Vinci’s best portrait. Similarity in the undersketch of the painting indicates that this was very likely painted concurrently with the original Mona Lisa, by a student of Da Vinci.
There is much controversy in the art world over the question of whether or not to clean the fragile Mona Lisa, but her sister has been restored and some fairly odd later alterations removed to show the original vibrant colors and lighting. Some details, such as the sheerness of her shawl and the pattern on the neckline of her dress, have become utterly obscured in the original, but in the restored copy they’re perfectly clear.
It blows my mind a little bit to look at these two sisters side-by-side and imagine how much vivid detail could be hiding in the Mona Lisa under 500 years of rotten varnish.
Rune A. Graves | 23 yrs | witch | i try to make art sometimes i swear i will post it eventually | don't be shy, come talk!
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