Buxtry - Bingo Jones

Rabbits Rabbits Rabbits

Reblog this on the first of the month for good luck all month long!

I'm glad quetzalcoatlus is dead. they deserved it. those things scare the fuck out of me. I wouldn't want to live in a world where those things weren't extinct and I probably wouldn't have lived long regardless of whether id want to or not bc I'd be eaten by a quetzalcoatlus

Falling in love with Jemaine Clement and Taika Waititi

It’s only half 2018 but let us keep freaking out about Good Omens. Who’s with me?!

In Aziraphale’s bookshop. There’s a little area of Books by one of his favourite authors, and a hat that one of the customers left behind and will be back for one day… #goodomens #terrypratchett

Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull and Madeleine Smith, via.

The Hateful Eight (2015)

Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.