Sometimes Instead Of Counting Days I Count Just Being Awake. Like If I Wake Up On Monday But Stay Awake

I electrocuted a bunch of fish today

that was fun

what they would look like with human lips

From here. If you think arachnids with long legs are just scary please watch this solifugid dig her nest (or try to) like SUCH a goofy little person creature. Look how she shoves dirt with her mouth and then gives it a little pat. Is she even making any progress?!

Sonic the hedge

Ji Sook Jung (born in 1987). Korean

Animal in the Wind (2014)

Clay

37 x 21 x 30 cm, 15 x 8 x 12 in approx

I accidentally made a long post, so I shall put it under this cut to keep your FYP or whatever looking demure and cute-core.

This is straight from my heart, by the way. I can't use words very good, and I'm young, so I may not understand everything yet, but I'm trying, y'know?

I like the smell of outside

I love the smell of dirt

of leaves

of flowers, both thriving and dying

of sunshine

of the sea

of animals

even the smell of death is nice in some ways. The way the smells of life and the smell of death swirl and dance in a state of equilibrium is perfect. Exactly as it is supposed to. Both can be overwhelming, but together they make sense.

I love the feeling of outside

I love the feeling of grass on the bottom of my feet and between my toes

of the sun hitting my back, warming my body and spirit

of the fur of an animal, either soft or coarse, smooth or matted

of water rushing past and against me, brushing my legs, surrounding me

of dirt, soft and moist

of the rough bark of a tree older than I

of my aching body after living to the fullest, after using my body for its intended purpose

of the sting from scratches and cuts

of living

I love the sound of outside

I love the sound of the wind rustling the leaves of a tree

of animals chittering and calling and crying

of the waves

even in the quietest places, there is always sound.

I love how nature looks. I love how life is always there, it is always there to comfort you. No matter how hard it is, no matter what malevolent forces surround you, there is always something out there, neither good nor bad, to help. Life can bring you down just as easily that death can lift you up.

I love life, I love everyone and everything that lives, and I wish everyone can love nature how it loves them. Nature isn't against anyone, it's just the way of life. If anyone going through something does happen to see this, I wish you the best, and I am going to tell you to go for a walk. It can be around your neighborhood, in a nature trail, just in some forest, whatever. Don't do it to distract yourself, no no no. I want you to observe. Look, listen, feel, smell, maybe taste (if it's safe). Find something good about life. Find a reason to stay here, find inspiration, find courage, just... don't leave everything behind. No matter how bad it gets, no matter what caused it, don't go. Survival is hard, and you have to persevere. I am not trying to be corny, I am not trying to say something you've probably heard a million times, I am saying that if you can't find a reason to stay where you are now, find a new place to look for good things. Even if you can't physically leave where you are for whatever reason, even then, watch the sky, watch the grass, watch the trees, there's always something.

Oh man I went on a rant. You can reblog if you want, I encourage it. Just listen, one last thing.

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If you hit rock bottom, there's only way to go (on the Y axis, at least). Even one step up is enough. If the way your path is leading you is bringing you to a worse place, maybe remove the blinders and look around. :]

If you're feeling extra super duper bad, maybe this picture will help

Look at him go! I named him Jeremiah Lovelock Jimbloo McSillyman, but you can give him a different name. :3

That image has disturbed me on a level I didn't know I had

I feel like it's coming at me

me: lmaoo my mom really thinks a few salty crackers and ginger ale will cure my nausea

me 2 minutes after ginger ale and crackers, no longer nauseous:

forgive me father...

masterbating while your sick is a different kind of sin

Relativity Falls!

Reblog to put mutuals in the fish cube

crab crab crab hand hand hand frighten