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shy little mink, sun-baked concrete, pink knapweed

what I love about swimming is that it feels so invigorating and delicious, and then it leaves my skin so cool and dewy I can't stop running my hands all over my body. it's like a higher state of bralessness

it's funny how many men haven't clocked what the protein craze is actually about

we have liftoff

Ok, here’s an unusual post. There was no wind, and all these starlings were lined up chattering away, so stuck my camera on the tripod and filmed. 😄

moon as punctuation

so far I've spent 106 hours on this level, and made 6,978 attempts. I've lost every single time. I would have never thought myself capable of such persistence, nor imagined I could find such a pursuit so pleasant and peaceful

this feels unfair

genuinely shocked to see such an unprofessional, antagonistic response from a public service. had to triple check that it's a real account run by the ttc – it is

something I think we'll collectively net from the coldplay ceo cheating scandal is hugging a woman from behind

Men microdose bicuriousness by asking what you’d do for a million dollars

Sourdough is more ethical because the yeast get to spend more time in yeast paradise before they burn to death.

it's strange to me that spiders, with their wide eyes and furry paws, are widely seen as fearsome while dragonflies, with their eerie extruded abdomens and mouths that mimic human faces, are seen as pretty and painted on home decor. like look at this thing

had to stop watching the fabelmans on account of paul dano being unbearably hot, like a medieval painting of james spader. too rich for my blood

tall grass writing

red planet