if breasts, butts and legs are so distracting to men, to the point they cant function
why aren’t they that distracting to lesbians
and at that point
why isn’t the penis bulge and legs not distracting enough to gay men to warrant men being put under the same dress codes
someone recommend a good tv series to watch?!!?!?
Young justice on netflix. Its one season but its deep man.
my number one piece of advice is drink water and stay hydrated. we are made out of water. everything in us is made of water. and u are sitting there drinking a diet coke tellin me that’s all you’ve had to drink today. please get up and drink some water. for the love of god.
Hey guys. Could you all do me a huge favour?
A certain blog that I will not name is… Look, I politely asked them to back off. They did not. Now my notifications are full of them. They’re making posts about me and misgendering me and I can’t take it anymore. I need to block the notes out. So can you all reblog/like this picture of Sven being adorable? Thank you so much.
Circus Tree: Six individual sycamore trees were shaped, bent, and braided to form this.
how the hell do you bend and braid a tree
Actually pretty easy. Trees don’t reject tissue from other trees in the same family. You bend the tree to another tree when it is a sapling, scrape off the bark on both trees where they touch, add some damp sphagnum moss around them to keep everything slightly moist and bind them together.
Then wait a few years- The trees will have grown together.
You can use a similar technique to graft a lemon branch or a lime branch or even both- onto an orange tree and have one tree that has all three fruits.
As a biologist I can clearly state that plants are fucking weird and you should probably be slightly afraid of them.
On that note! At the university (UBC) located in town, the Agriculture students were told by their teacher that a tree flipped upside down would die. So they took an excavator and flipped the tree upside down. And it’s still growing. But the branches are now the roots, and the roots are now these super gnarly looking branches. Be afraid.
But Vi, how can you mention that and NOT post a picture? D:
Ok, ever sence i was verry little like 2 or 3, i slept in the same room at my grandmothers house. My dad and step mom, 2 brothers and i moved around alot but i always moved back in with my grandparents. I learned very early not to shair my story with my family because they didnt bealieve me. But i wanna see it on ur blog. :)
I remeber laying in my little todler bed, under the window. I used to watch the little mermaid before i went to sleep every night and by the time the credits rolled everyone else was asleep. I slept witj my door open and hall light on. When i turned my tv off i would lay down in bed and just listen. I listened for him.
Slowly i herd something very light walk up the stairs. Then reach the top and walk down the hall. When he came to my bedroom dorway he would take one step in, faceing the room, turn around and take one step out, facing the reast of the house. I never was afraid of him npr did he ever say a word or make a noise.
Now let me tell you what he looked like. He was tall, broad shoulders, and wore silver armor. The armor seemed to glow, from undernieth, a bright gold yellow. He never had a weapon in hand.
I never saw any skin or hair, never tried to walk up to him. I always would watch jim from across my room, safely in bed, until i drifted off to sleep.
I always felt as if he were my protecter, i saw him nightly up until i moved away for 8th grade. Then when i came back a year and a half later it felt like childish dreams and memories.
My jr year in highschool i attempted suicide, went to a mental hospital and got out. I felt better. Nut my grandma bought me an albino siamese cat. This cat was horrible but i loved him and he loved me.
The first night i slept in my room after being gone for so long, after being so close to death and back, i saw him.
My room was nowhere near the same as before but he didnt slip. The man took one step in my room, then half turned to face my big bed with the cat sleeping next to him, patted the cat, turned to the dporway and stood untill i fell asleep.
Now ive graduated, im a mother and married, but i still feel like hes here. I cant see him, we dont sleep with the door open, but some nights when my now 8 mo old daughter wakes up one too many times i feel like hes with her, protecting her maybe, or just soothing her bad dreams.
Thanks for reading. To people i know that ive never talked abt this with, lol well now ya know. And to sixpenceee, i felt this would fit in awesomly with your blog. Not scary just intriguing. Thanks guys.