Dutch Farmer In Marken, 1943.

Eurasian Red Squirrels/ekorrar photographed in Värmland, Sweden (April 18-20, 2025).

birds that remind me of dinosaurs, sketch pile digital / photoshop 2025

---------------- that's the bearded vulture, nightjar, cinereous vulture, cassowary, Walden's hornbill and smooth-billed ani in no particular order

A Brazilian opossum being presented to Queen Isabella of Spain in the year 1500 from The Zoogoer v.15:no.1 (1986).

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[ID: Tweet by @‍ppyowna that reads:

born to be a hater but forced to understand where you're coming from

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"A growing number of people are and have been questioning the more usual representations of gender. Some have had chemical and surgical enhancement, and many have not. Inhabiting a less static gender identification than that of typical transsexuals, they are exploring and experiencing a fluid range of gender embodiment. My own intimate partner, Kayt is one such individual. Ironically it has been through knowing and loving her that I have gained an even deeper understanding of the mutable soul. Her flexible consciousness has encouraged me to be generous in my thinking, and less rigid about the way others self-define, or in fact, when they choose not to" - Body Alchemy: Transsexual Portraits (1996) by Loren Cameron

more mending :)

this was a bigger hole so it may ultimately make sense to join the two patches together with some sort of little double-sided embroidery or something, idk—in my mind's eye there's a very charming vision of three little tulips—but for now it can rejoin its fellow grubby little urchin in circulation 👍

spent almost five hours clearing up my floordrobe and excavating my off-season bins and making decisions abt clothes i don’t wear and i’m not even done 😩

OH my god i just spent. literal HOURS cleaning out the fridge and dutifully emptying out even the extremely gross forgotten containers of things into the compost instead of just trashing them unopened. (i have adhd. i don't want to talk about the chicken. it was a bad time.)

anyway yes any other approach would have eaten at me so do i really deserve praise when ultimately i was just saving myself from the bitter reproaches of my own conscience. probably not. however i still want one gajillion neon star stickers because like. HOW conscientious of me. HOW viscerally gross a task. ugh. augh. etc.

AND then i changed the slipcovers on my armchair and started a load of laundry before flopping so. in conclusion i am positively WREATHED with the odor of sanctity atm and i'm making a post about it bc unfortunately due to the aforementioned faulty brain wiring i have a hard time accessing the appropriate Triumphantly Accomplished reward-feeling, so. public self-praise it is!