arthursweasley:

#same

doot:

poasts:

imjustkt:

konkeydongcountry:

poasts:

i dont know what to do i never thought penguins were that small this is too much for me

to give you some perspective, this is a male emperor penguin, the biggest species (all the others are like two thirds of this one’s height or less)

Wait… How big did you think they were??

I thought emperor penguins were like 6ft

manticoreimaginary:

sleepystellarsister:

Hozier and Florence Welch are just pseudonyms Hades and Persephone have taken on after haven taken music lessons from Orpheus for a couple thousand years and deciding going into the music industry and gaining “fans” would be a modern equivalent form of the worship that previously sustained them thanks for coming to my ted talk

#yeah except florence is hades and hozier is persephone

closet-keys:

My brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.

I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”

He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral

And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it

I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning

smallrat36wagon:

thingsfromthedirt:

dumb thot