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im-not-trash-im-compost:
“thekimonogallery:
“By Japanese illustrator こまちみゆた
@miyutaeokiba
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im-not-trash-im-compost:

thekimonogallery:

By Japanese illustrator こまちみゆた
@miyutaeokiba

mood

bogleech:
“ The velvet worm Austroperipatus eridelos photographed by Gil Wizen!
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bogleech:

The velvet worm Austroperipatus eridelos photographed by Gil Wizen!

derinthescarletpescatarian:

joasakura:

garbage-empress:

jaubaius:

Some sounds you probably haven’t heard in awhile!

why does that rotary phone sound like a very upset fax machine instead of a typewriter cat purring

The world needs more click clacks back

This is so relaxing

forestgreenlesbian:
“Artist/Architect Richard Greaves, photo by Mario del Curto
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forestgreenlesbian:

Artist/Architect Richard Greaves, photo by Mario del Curto

humblegrub:

the most perfect and correct answer to #23 of my bug ask list has been found by my partner

Q: if you could rename any bug, which one and what would you call it?

A: replace any “lesser” or “common” in bug names with “special little”

examples:

  • special little Eastern bumblebee (Bombus impatiens)
  • special little appleworm (Grapholita prunivora)
  • special little brown scorpion (Isometrus maculatus)

all in favor please like and reblog

knithacker:

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Christmas In July … Knit A Harlequin Shawl Designed By Catherine Salter Bayar: 👉 https://buff.ly/3ymVZKQ

Did this sea slug deadass just convergently evolve leaves using its internal algae symbionts

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bogleech:

It sure did! If you want to catch as much sun as you can, broad flat surfaces are the way to go; even plants themselves evolved leaves multiple times independently, rather than all just evolving from the same ancestor with leaves! We know this in part because the “leaves” of different plant groups aren’t always the same part anatomically!

Another example of a sea slug with the same symbiosis evolved into one BIG leaf:

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robert-hadley:
“St. Dunstan in the East Church Garden, London. Photo by Haarkon
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robert-hadley:

St. Dunstan in the East Church Garden, London. Photo by Haarkon

vintervittrannerd:

derinthescarletpescatarian:

kindacurveddick:

headspace-hotel:

headspace-hotel:

derinthescarletpescatarian:

urbanfantasyinspiration:

derinthescarletpescatarian:

I love three year olds because they’ll never say it to your face but it’s clear in every fibre of their being that they’re certain that their communications skills are perfect, and any adults who can’t understand what they want are just a little bit stupid.

Oh to have the confidence of a 3 year old insisting they’re called “pig newtons”

#My niece insisting that our reflections in mirrors are upside down#she refuses to be reasoned with#at this point she’s so confident in that logic that she’s just Right™️ you know?#queue are the ever favorite object of my heart 

Okay but the thing is that she is… right? I means he’s not, but she’s exactly as right as the idea that our reflections are “back to front”. Which is a thing people say to kids all the time to explain the reflection’s reverse image. The idea that the reflection is reversed vertically (”upside down”) is exactly as correct as the idea that it’s reversed horizontally (your right hand = reflection’s left hand). So if you’ve ever explained that phenomenon to her then she’s exactly as right as you were. (You’re both technically wrong.)

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Oh I just remember when I was like 6 and I had a huge argument with my mom because I wanted to write on a worksheet that my eyes were hazel (they’re brown) and I just INSISTED upon it and WOULD NOT back down

It wasn’t that I was doing it because I WANTED hazel eyes, even. I didn’t even know what “hazel” meant.

i was told that i look very old. and when i asked them how old i look, the kid told me 7… im 23!

The 4yo, understanding that the new chainsaw is very dangerous and not to be touched and for big people only, asked if she can use the chainsaw when she is six.

My little cousin once came running up to me when I walked past her house, screaming at me to stop, and when I asked why she very seriously explained that “Dad is driving the tractor! You’re not allowed to walk behind the tractor! It could be dangerous!” The tractor was on the field on the other side of the road, driving away from me.