brakehagev2:

vikinghearts1313:

xenosagaepisodeone:

having a permanent full time job is you thinking to yourself “so this is really the rest of my life huh” as you come home every single day before using your 4 hours of recreational activity to do nothing and then going to bed

Kind of disagree? I get bored sometimes too, but most days I’m perfectly content to come home. Practically ecstatic to see my kids, my furbabes, and my darling, gorgeous, brilliant, capable, and strong Master.

They light up my life and make it richer in so many ways.

your strong who

painted-bees:

six-legs-and-more:

norroendyrd:

ex-libris-blog:

“But Maria explained and painted their life cycle. Their metamorphosis from caterpillar to chrysalis to butterfly. She not only explained that process, she showed which plant species each butterfly species was dependent upon. This book revolutionised the study of insects in Europe. But it also helped Maria raise the funds to embark upon a journey to study the more exotic creatures that she knew she would find in the tropical regions of the Dutch empire.”

David Olusoga, Civilisations, ep. 6 ‘First Contact’ (BBC 2018)

@mutantenfisch

I was actually thinking of making a post on her myself because she is currently my favorite historical figure. Maria Sibylla Marian was interested in insects at a time when women who were interested in insects were often suspected to be witches. And she didn’t give a shit. Her family also refused to own slaves, which was very progressive for their time. As an insect lover and artist myself, she is so important to me.

I use to wonder…is this who I was in a past life?

nest:

my favorite grindr meeting was the time a guy who was like 20 invited me over to his house and i got there and he messaged me “i’m showering but the door is open so just come in” so i did and i sat down on a sofa in his living room and joanna newsom was playing lightly over the speakers and there were a lot of potted orchids everywhere and there was a large bronze male nude in the dining room that i could see from where i was sitting in the living room. eventually he came downstairs and sat at the other end of the sofa from me and started eating a large tupperware container of watermelon and he was like “listen, i’m trying to get this thing off the ground, like, some new gay slang. ive started saying ‘imagine’ whenever something is really weird or funny. do you think you could start using it?” and i was like “……ok” and eventually he finished his watermelon and wordlessly offered the container of watermelon juice to me and i was like “no thanks” and he was like “sorry, thought you seemed like the type of guy to drink the juice after you finished the watermelon” and then he said he had to go to a miz cracker show and asked me to leave. we did not fuck.