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the dubious philosophy of salmon
the number of people who have looked at this is officially too large a number
stripey panties
a perfect poem from Leonard Cohen
Update: my wife got me this
Konstantin Korobov (Russian, 1985) - Chains (2024)
a commission i did for @deathvalleyskytree :3c
commission are open on my ko-fi! i still need about $200-300 more to pay rent ^w^ so def hmu for a commission!
saddest thing that can happen is a cat so delicately and cozy putting their small apple head on your leg like a pillow to sleep while fully unaware that in like five minutes you’re going to get up to go eat because they don’t know human language or how time works
Me, having been immobile for three hours: hmm I should get up and pee
The world’s tiniest angel: time for snomgol my mommi :)
ALIEN: ISOLATION (2014) • Creative Assembly
Is she single…
fray:
vampiric demon OC that likes fighting strong foes and relaxing. pretty chill, but he eats people. lover and muse of my fallen angel OC
🫀 comm, alt version!
Our petsitter sent me a series of pictures I can only describe as CAT INTENSIFIES:
I demand wet food, human.
“Soon my love we will join the others under the museum lights, but for now, under the starlight, you are glowing”
The last Passenger Pigeon and last Carolina Parakeet on earth both died at the Cincinnati zoo in the early 1900s.
I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job. There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept. The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.
Even in the house it was LOUD. Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval. You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off. It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.
At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks. People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.
One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit. It did. Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that. People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.
That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days
you know you could’ve just said “no they don’t have wifi” and that would’ve answered the question
But then you wouldnt have known about the moose
