hollow-head:

hollow-head:

Growing up near a beach frequented by the elderly makes one more accepting of human bodies in general, I think. And it is gauche to criticize people for things they cannot control about their appearance.

However.
Sometimes people do silly things to themselves. Take for example the man I saw at the beach the other day, who was obviously naturally hirsute (ok) and had removed a lot of his body hair (fair) but had done so in such a way that he ended up with a *perfectly* rectangular bathroom-rug-shaped patch of fur on his torso.

Artist’s rendition:

like a hair teletubby

…i just really wanted to draw it

@horseboneologist i saw this as i was cleaning my floor. thanks for the mental image

Swiffer Man
Swiffer Man
Does just like a Swiffer can
Cleans Florida’s floors of dust and sand
Please don’t ask about his tan

bemusedlybespectacled:

Pick a mundane superpower.

Never run into an animal you’re afraid of: they’re always just somewhere else.

Your fridge/pantry always has the ingredients you need for any dish, and enough.

Clutter instantly is put away and organized exactly how you want it, by magic.

You can’t accidentally spill anything (liquid or crumbs or anything else).

All medicines taste good and are in the form that’s easiest for you to take.

No time passes while you’re asleep. 3 hour naps take 2 seconds.

Your food and drinks always stay the perfect temperature, hot or cold.

You can magically domesticate any animal you want and make it your pet.

You can copy memories to photos or videos to save them and show them to others.

Your clothes always fit perfectly, as if tailored, even if your body changes.

Your hair is naturally the exact color/texture/length you want, at will.

You can buy any media you want, in any format, no subscriptions or region locks.

(inspired by this one for the sake of full transparency)

shirtsthatgohard:

theanxiousbookdevourer:

My old OHSHC poster… I miss them so much. :)

breelandwalker:

creamypancakebatter:

compassionatereminders:

It’s a lot healthier to go for a daily walk than to sign up for a gym membership you won’t be using because you hate that kind of exercise. It’s a lot healthier to eat a frozen meal than to skip a meal because you were too tired to cook something healthy. It’s a lot healthier to take a quick shower than to procrastinate an elaborate routine for days. Don’t aim so high that you won’t be hitting anything!

this is actually really helpful and affirming thanks

petermorwood:

ms-demeanor:

uvradical:

foxgirlsounds:

spandexinspace:

I need everyone to know that the ship Götheborg, the world’s largest ocean-going wooden sailing ship, answered a distress call the other day.

Imagine waiting for the coast guard or whatever to show up and instead a replica of 18th century merchant ship pulls up and tows you to the coast.

pov: you’ve been transported to the 17th century

#in the article it says that the sailboat sailors were concerned because they could not be towed quickly because of the kind of boat#so they asked Götheborg what type of ship they were and warned that they would not be able to go above a certain speed#and götheborg went ’ we are also a sailboat. 50 meters length. no worries :) ’#and the poor sailboat sailors were just like ’ That’s not possible. they have to be messing with us’ and then the ship Rolled Up (via bunjywunjy)

I’m crying. Here’s a photo of a sailor from the Götheborg watching over the little sailboat in tow:

From the story:

We repeatedly emphasized that we were aboard a small 8-meter sailboat, but the response was the same each time: “We are a 50-meter three-masted sailboat, and we offer our assistance in towing you to Paimpol.” We were perplexed by the size difference between our two boats, as we feared being towed by a boat that was too large and at too fast a speed that could damage our boat.

The arrival of the Götheborg on the scene was rapid and surprising, as we did not expect to see a merchant ship from the East India Company of the XVIII century. This moment was very strange, and we wondered if we were dreaming. Where were we? What time period was it? The Götheborg approached very close to us to throw the line and pass a large rope. The mooring went well, and our destinies were linked for very long hours, during which we shared the same radio frequency to communicate with each other.

The crew of the Götheborg showed great professionalism and kindness towards us. They adapted their speed to the size of our boat and the weather conditions. We felt accompanied by very professional sailors. Every hour, the officer on duty of the Götheborg called us to ensure everything was going well.[…]

This adventure, very real, was an incredible experience for us. We were extremely lucky to cross paths with the Götheborg by chance and especially to meet such a caring crew.

Dear commander and crew of the Götheborg, your kindness, and generosity have shown that your ship is much more than just a boat. It embodies the noblest values of the sea, and we are honored to have had the chance to cross your path and benefit from your help.

“Our destinies were linked for very long hours” is just knocking me out.

Reblogging again. This must have been a surreal experience.

squid-berry:

rongzhi:

English added by me :)

therealelrondhubbard:

blog-of-horribleness:

synthetic-blanket-hairs:

maculategiraffe:

(me, my parents, my sister, and the baby are sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch)

baby, pointing at the light fixture over the table and signing “on”: o.*

my sister: we actually can’t turn that light on right now, because the lightbulb inside is burnt out! it needs a new one.

baby: ighbu.

sister: yes, lightbulb! granddaddy said after we eat he’s going to climb up there on a ladder and change it, and then the light will come on!

baby: gadada! adda, uuu! ighbu o!

sister: exactly!

baby, signing “on” and pointing at the light and then my dad, with increasing urgency: GADADA ADDA UUUU. O.

my sister: we’re going to finish eating first though, ok?

baby: nonono. O. gadada adda uuu.

[a split second goes by]

baby, pointing to himself: ba. adda uuu. ighbu.

me: you’re going to climb the ladder and change the lightbulb yourself?

baby: dzyeah. *pointing to the buckle where he is buckled into the high chair* ububu.

me: unbuckle you? so you can change the lightbulb?

baby, highly businesslike: dzyeah.

*pronounced like “on” without the n

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