40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back.
I felt so bad about this, I went and got a puppy.
boyfriend asked what i was doing, told him i was editing a picture, boyfriend asked "is it something like house stretched out with the words 'menstrual blood' on it or some shit?", boyfriend was wrong, boyfriend was also onto something this goes hard
the curse of summer is buying and eating an inadvisable amount of fruit in single sittings.
Britain is already one-upping the Wonka scam by making the LEGO Dashcon ballpit real
an extra hour in the brick pit
I’ll be 18 in September and I’m petrified.
You're 17 and 4/5ths right now, you're not aging up a full year, you're just gonna be a few months older than you are right now. Time moves on, the numbers keep going up, the numbers are meaningless.
Whats that song that goes like “in love with the shape of you”
Watching a tumblr post I’ve seen on actual tumblr appear in a YouTube compilation or on some other app always feels like how I imagine wild life photographers must feel when they see an animal in the zoo they’ve photographed in the wild.
how am i supposed to go to work when im literally thinking about The Character
knights of wind and truth