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My morning glory doesn’t like the wind chime

Polar bear (🐻‍❄️) inspired* foods/snacks

All kids of fish (🐟) especially saltwater species

Berries especially blueberries (🫐), blackberries, and cranberries

Wild and brown rice

Venison

Seaweed (seaweed chips are a thing, so a seaweed sheets)

Sushi/Sashimi (🍣)

Slushies/Icees (I don't know what y'all call them)

Ice cream

Poultry - duck, turkey, and chicken

Eggs (🥚) in general

Dried meats/jerky

Tea (especially chamomile and dandelion)

Ice water/cold water

Carrots (🥕)

Soup with any of the aforementioned ingredients - (wild rice soup is delicious btw)

*Please note that while this is inspired by a polar bear's diet it is just that. It is not 100% accurate nor was it intended to be

since i only ever send rick rolls to ppl i figured id just post one for all my followers for april fools day this year to save myself the effort

happy april fools y’all

jesus would've hung out with furries in high school if he were born in 1998 and subject to the american school system he would have let them make a fursona for him over lunch even

wish there was a non rude way to be like “I understand your criticism, I don’t even necessarily disagree with it, but I am doing these things on purpose, because I like them and I want to, and therefore your opinion has no value, because you might think me painting a room entirely pink is tacky, but I did it on purpose”

I love being able to fix and repair stuff, or have my things fixed by a professional if I don't trust myself to fuck around with it. I wanted a new bracelet but the recycling centre shop didn't have one in my style so I got two necklaces for materials and crafted one to my liking. I've got two pairs of black leather boots that are almost exactly the same, one for use and one for a spare, and every time the ones I'm wearing break apart again, I can just dig out my spare boots, polish them up, and go take my broken old boots to the town cobbler for repairs like it's the fucking 1800s.

“Dogs don’t know what they look like. Dogs don’t even know what size they are. No doubt it’s our fault, for breeding them into such weird shapes and sizes. My brother’s dachshund, standing tall at eight inches, would attack a Great Dane in the full conviction that she could tear it apart. When a little dog is assaulting its ankles the big dog often stands there looking confused — “Should I eat it? Will it eat me? I am bigger than it, aren’t I?” But then the Great Dane will come and try to sit in your lap and mash you flat, under the impression that it is a Peke-a-poo… Cats know exactly where they begin and end. When they walk slowly out the door that you are holding open for them, and pause, leaving their tail just an inch or two inside the door, they know it. They know you have to keep holding the door open. That is why their tail is there. It is a cat’s way of maintaining a relationship. Housecats know that they are small, and that it matters. When a cat meets a threatening dog and can’t make either a horizontal or a vertical escape, it’ll suddenly triple its size, inflating itself into a sort of weird fur blowfish, and it may work, because the dog gets confused again — “I thought that was a cat. Aren’t I bigger than cats? Will it eat me?” … A lot of us humans are like dogs: we really don’t know what size we are, how we’re shaped, what we look like. The most extreme example of this ignorance must be the people who design the seats on airplanes. At the other extreme, the people who have the most accurate, vivid sense of their own appearance may be dancers. What dancers look like is, after all, what they do.”

— Ursula Le Guin, in The Wave in the Mind (via fortooate)

(nothing between me and god except a thin panel of aquarium glass) ahem *bonk* hey *bonk* excuse me *loud thunk* i have questions about the nature of things