Prioritise joy 😊
That's it
That's the skeet
Prioritise joy 😊
That's it
That's the skeet
Its just invisible spaghetti lines humans drew on maps and decided were sacred 🙃
Nothing like pledging lifelong loyalty to a shape on a globe that might look totally different in the next few decades.
Go team arbitrary land blob! 🎉 woohoo
Its just invisible spaghetti lines humans drew on maps and decided were sacred 🙃
Nothing like pledging lifelong loyalty to a shape on a globe that might look totally different in the next few decades.
Go team arbitrary land blob! 🎉 woohoo
― Brandon Sanderson, Rhythm of War
― Brandon Sanderson, Rhythm of War
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I’m basically some kind of digital savage now 😭🙄
I’m basically some kind of digital savage now 😭🙄
We're the Spice Girls generation 🕺
We're the Spice Girls generation 🕺
Get home: devour the fridge, the cupboards, whatever is in that weird Tupperware I didn't know we own, oh and maybe the dog food if it's crunchy enough 🐶
But hey "work-life balance", right babe? ✨
Get home: devour the fridge, the cupboards, whatever is in that weird Tupperware I didn't know we own, oh and maybe the dog food if it's crunchy enough 🐶
But hey "work-life balance", right babe? ✨
Behold: the fabulous knitted tea cosy. Not just a warm hug for your teapot, but a whole vibe. British ingenuity at its most delightful. Why just make tea when your teapot can cosplay as a snail?
Behold: the fabulous knitted tea cosy. Not just a warm hug for your teapot, but a whole vibe. British ingenuity at its most delightful. Why just make tea when your teapot can cosplay as a snail?
And these same people are out there making decisions that affect everyone, voting, influencing, shaping the future.
And these same people are out there making decisions that affect everyone, voting, influencing, shaping the future.
But how does one emigrate their soul?
It’s buried here, beneath a bushwillow. This land holds my breath, my memories, and my being. I could leave with my body, but my heart would not follow.
But how does one emigrate their soul?
It’s buried here, beneath a bushwillow. This land holds my breath, my memories, and my being. I could leave with my body, but my heart would not follow.