important-animal-images:

maroonracoon:

Drawings of my cat Darkly

mig-murgthenurg:

iwasarob0t:

lichen lycan. is this anything.

I had to do a double take, prev, that’s too good for the tags.

d1s4strous:

can you think of anything better than dragons. no you can’t. this is because dragons are the best thing ever forever.

bonkalore:

Colored this pic before the end of MerMay~

meshaamem-li:

dreidelsanddragons:

First my sister, now relentless Tumblr ads. Stop telling me to find Jesus! Im Jewish! I don’t care that you lost him again, that’s your problem!

ALT

cricketcat9:

atlinmerrick:

covington-shenanigans:

liz-squids:

thelittleblackfox:

xenosaurus:

I turn 30 next month so here’s what I learned in my 20s:

—don’t work for startups, they’re always one ‘innovative idea’ away adding ‘sell your kidneys on the black market’ to your job description.

—keeping a collection of basic OTC medicine on you will save your life one day. I recommend Advil, Imodium, and TUMS.

—those little single-use glasses cleaning wipes are 1000% worth the money

—overly self-depreciating jokes just make people uncomfortable, wean yourself off of them

—you can buy dehydrated mini marshmallows in bulk online and they’re a godsend for hot cocoa

—people don’t care if you have fidget toys on your desk they just want to play with them

—try to go to bed BEFORE the existential ennui kicks in

Also drink water and eat a plant

This is all GREAT. I turned 40 last week, so permit me to add what I learned in my 30s:

• keep on not working for startups
• sometimes there comes a point where the thing (fandom, hobby, friendship, romantic relationship) you loved no longer brings you joy. And that’s okay. Try to mourn the loss, take joy in the memories, and don’t burn any bridges in case ten years go by and you find yourself back in that fandom/hobby/relationship again
• it turns out that (ugh) moderate regular exercise is (spit) good for you. The sooner you make it part of your life, the easier it’ll be
• related: if you throw yourself into a new exercise regime too hard and too fast, without stopping to rest or consider whether a particular move is good for you … well, shoulder injuries are painful and consults with orthopedic surgeons are expensive
• knees are bastards too
• don’t even get me started on ankles
• there may come a time when your digestive system is too fragile for ibuprofin. I’m sorry
• one day you’re gonna wake up and realise you no longer give any fucks about some things that used to bother you
• on the other hand, you might be alarmed to realise what you still give a fuck about
• never get down on the floor without an exit strategy for getting back up

I turn 50 this year. what I have learned in my 40s:

• “loving yourself” is less of a feeling and more of an action. you can start doing it any time and it will make your life better and better as you go on
• this will happen incrementally - be patient
• along those lines, if you haven’t started making an active effort to quit shit-talking yourself, suck it up and do it
• no, shut up. do it. “but it’s haaaaard!” don’t care. do it.
• whether you like it or not, you are mortal and you need to go to the doctor for an annual checkup
• stretch regularly - your future self will thank you
• at some point you will encounter people much younger than you arguing passionately and incorrectly about history you personally remember and experienced
• this will be infuriating and annoying
• otoh, most other things just… will not matter to you as much
• at some point you will shift from wanting to go out to being like “eh” and deciding to stay in. this is okay.
• you will have absolutely no idea what The Youth are talking about and you will not care
• but if you keep your mind open to new ideas you’ll never be irrelevant
• your company still doesn’t love you - don’t give them more than they pay you for
• get a fucking hobby, especially a hobby that involves physically creating/handling something and/or moving your body in physical space. it will do you more good than you can imagine

Just turned 60 and let me say:

• Find joy, every kind, it’s always worth it
• I’m talking that massive, never-ending Discord chat with your bestie? The one that makes you giggle through the day? It’s not a “waste of time,” it’s what time was made for
• If that’s fanfic for your favorite characters who never even met on screen celebrate that!
• If that’s building a tiny fleet of snake villagers for your snake town and they just cover your mantel hell yes!
• If that’s collecting pillows and making a fort of them every weekend I’ll be right over
• Feeling and sharing joy is the whole point

This is too tempting…, so, I’m 74, and: don’t fund startups

Please keep stretching and exercise enough NOT to need an elaborate strategy to get up from the floor. IT MAY SAVE YOUR LIFE

Say bye to your employer as early as you possibly can, unless you really love your job. You won’t be sorry.

Keep doing the annual checkups 🙏🏼

Enjoy that fucking hobby you’ve acquired in your 50, or find something new. Do try new things & adventures.

corvidsarecool:

andhumanslovedstories:

andhumanslovedstories:

The other day on shift, I was walking down the hallway when a confused old man started yelling. This is fairly common in the hospital, so I ducked into his room and was like “hey dude what’s up” and he’s like “so sorry to yell but do you know where I am and what year it is” so I reoriented him to a bunch of stuff and explained why so many people were walking past his door, and he seemed much calmer and more oriented by the time we were done talking. And he says “and what’s your name?” So I tell him “Sarah” and he stares at me so I repeat “Sarah” and he stares at me so I spell “S-A-R-A-H” and he stares at me so I show him my name badge and he stares at me and then he says “now forgive me for being so blunt. But I was under the impression that Sarah is a girls name. Is that no longer correct?”

Anyway y'all ever be so fucking gnc that you inadvertently gaslight a confused old man into thinking there’s yet another part of the world he no longer understands?

Not to keep bragging about my masculine vibes, but another very pleasant dementia patient today called me nice young man. Assigned gender by Gladys.

beatbizzle:

I overheard a woman at my job say “Your whole personality revolves around what you hate instead of what you love and thats an awful way to live.” to the resident vocal Maga in the breakroom.

He was stunned into silence for at least 60 seconds so that was nice.

nn-ee-zz:

Mobility aids in fantasy!