The Mind Palace

To anyone out there with scars, especially self-harm scars, I will draw you up a tattoo for free especially if it will reduce the likelihood of you self-harming. I hope people out there see this and take me up on this offer. 

(I’ve been there, I’ve done that, and there is no better feeling than knowing you don’t have to see them for the rest of your life.)

 Let me know if you have images in mind or if there’s something particularly meaningful to you and where you might want it (so I can get the dimensions right). I’ve been drawing for like 12 years now and have drawn up multiple tattoos for friends and myself. Directly message me, and let’s see how this goes. 

All 3 years of college: “Are you a senior?”

Senior year: “What year in high school are you?”

windforge:

ayellowbirds:

pussifoot:

pussifoot:

pussifoot:

There’s this video of a lil baby whale shark following scuba divers around because she thinks the bubbles emitted from their air tanks were plankton like I’m so proud of her.

Reblog if you’re proud of this beautiful baby

THERE SHE IS

this is one of the purest things ever captured on video.

she nom

(via thewriterash)

chepibola:

does anyone else have “the chair”

(via captainsaku)

My little sister was trying (incorrectly) to explain Tumblr talk (shipping wars, canons, otp) to my mom and after fifteen minutes of silence, I said “none of you know tumblr, stop trying to.” My older sister responds with “you obviously spend too much time on it.” Sister, you have no idea. A half hour later my mom leaves the table,“I give up, none of this makes sense.”

So yesterday, I made a comment about talking to strangers. How my sister and dad will start solid conversations because they’re bored. My comment was “Why do you even want to talk to that many people?” And my mom, who, so far hasn’t said anything, drops her corn-on-the-cob and says, “AMEN TO THAT, YOU FINALLY PUT IT INTO WORDS.”