Latest Posts by shlanga - Page 2

The weird creature in the forest

I have never once wished for Tolkien to still be alive as much as I do in this moment

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

the soup du jour

if the muppet show was still airing chappell roan would guest star and thered be a running bit of miss piggy thinking shes trying to steal kermit but shes actually trying to flirt with miss piggy the whole time

Estoy feliz de ver el compromiso de mi hermana. Siempre fue su sueño casarse, y se está cumpliendo. No puedo evitar sentir como cada día me alejo más de ese sueño que para mi era impuesto. Cada día más promiscua, más gay, más suelta y más feliz.

Albrecht Dürer, Painting of a slice of agate, c. 1492

"Which spices go with which foods" lists are of limited value to me because, like, I have functioning taste buds. What I really need is a "spices that need to be added at the start of the cooking time in order to properly develop versus spices that need to be added in the last five minutes because extended heating fucks up the flavour profile" list – that shit is not intuitive.

i actually really enjoy when people leave random objects in art galleries and people start treating them as if they're art. I think it puts people into a headspace where they start looking at normal objects differently and its an opportunity for them to realize that they can do this too outside of a gallery setting. You're not dumb or tricked for seeing something on the floor of a gallery and trying to figure it out or appreciating it as an art object. The world is full of beautiful and interesting objects even some random garbage on the street is worthy of that same level of examination. Theres art everywhere if you're primed to see it.

remembering that octopus brains are donut shaped cause their esophagus goes thru the middle of their head and sometimes they die from brain damage from meal too big, and saying a long prayer before bed every night that if something like that happens to me i will be able to handle it gracefully

SIBLINGS DANCE

Ferne Jacobs is an American fiber artist and basket maker.

Ferne was born in Chicago, Illinois in 1942 to Jewish parents who emigrated from Eastern Europe. Her family moved to Los Angeles when Ferne was young. She took art and craft classes at the Art Center College of Design (Pasadena, California, 1960-1963), the Pratt Institute (New York City, 1964-1965), San Diego State University (San Diego, California, 1965), California State University, Long Beach (Long Beach, California, 1966-1967), Haystack Mountain School of Crafts (Deer Isle, Maine, 1967-1971). She earned an MFA from Claremont Graduate University (Claremont, California) in 1976. She credits Dominic di Mare, Lenore Tawney and Arline M. Fisch as her inspirations. Jacobs lives in Los Angeles, California.

Jacobs is best known for her contemporary baskets that combine contemporary colors and non-traditional forms with ancient basket weaving techniques of knotting and twisting.

https://www.craftinamerica.org/.../building-the.../

chile's true form

do you guys wanna see my favorite video on the internet yes you do

My dad has bees. Today, I went to his house and he showed me all the honey he had gotten from the hives. He took the lid off a 5-gallon bucket full of honey and on top of the honey there were 3 little bees, struggling. They were covered in sticky honey and drowning. I asked him if we could help them and he said he was sure they wouldn't survive. Casualties of honey collection I suppose.

I asked him again if we could at least get them out and kill them quickly, after all he was the one who taught me to put a suffering animal (or bug) out of its misery. He finally conceded and scooped the bees out of the bucket. He put them in an empty Chobani yogurt container and put the plastic container outside.

Because he had disrupted the hive with the earlier honey collection, there were bees flying all over outside.

We put the 3 little bees in the container on a bench and left them to their fate. My dad called me out a little while later to show me what was happening. These three little bees were surrounded by all their sisters (all of the bees are females) and they were cleaning the sticky nearly dead bees, helping them to get all of the honey off of their bodies. We came back a short time later and there was only one little bee left in the container. She was still being tended to by her sisters.

When it was time for me to leave, we checked one last time and all three of the bees had been cleaned off enough to fly away and the container was empty.

Those three little bees lived because they were surrounded by family and friends who would not give up on them, family and friends who refused to let them drown in their own stickiness and resolved to help until the last little bee could be set free.

Bee Sisters. Bee Peers. Bee Teammates.

We could all learn a thing or two from these bees.

Bee kind always.

ordered pizza from a small local place and they didnt actually cut it so i've chosen to revert to a wild animal and begin ripping it apart instead of just using a knife to portion slices

The Legend Of SWORD DOG

oh my god finally I found it, the original audio

years I have spent convinced the other video wasn't the original source with absolutely no evidence and now I am vindicated

En este momento estoy contentita porque ya soy grande, y me puedo ir a cualquier parte sin decirle a nadie ni dar explicaciones. Si le dije algunas personas y la mayor explicación que di fue porque si.

This is such a good, succinct way of describing the illusion of choice many fundamentalist women and men have when it comes to life paths.

Scouring flickr and this is the lone photo on someone's profile. What a find.

¿Cómo no quererlos?

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Wow!!!

The void is happy