Panads-ac-panig - I Don't Get It Why Does My Blog Need A Title Diff-

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

"Un-uhlaive? UN-UHLAIVE? Ma'am, that man has been killed. He has been MUHDUHED. To DEATH."

did you know you can pull the strings out of your clothes and ruin them

reblog to give prev a notification

i like sailing myths and superstitions because most of them can be boiled down to "if the ocean doesn't like you it will chew you up and spit out your bones. and if it really loves you it will swallow you whole and keep you forever. good luck 👍"

Rex is believed to have been the dog of John E. Stow, one of the city’s longest-practicing fruit merchants until his death in 1884. For years, people have gathered sticks and fallen branches to place at the loyal dog’s resting place. Situated under a tree with plenty of sticks around, visitors often leave a stick across Rex’s paws as a tribute. Someone even left a picture of their own dog there, perhaps a beloved pet who had passed away, as if to say, “Rex, look after my little one.”

How animals attack

good lord this thing is useless

Felt like drawing the jedi boi and his lil droid while I keep stockpiling a backlog of Jedi Survivor sketches