Reblog Art Guys. Seriously.

I think a big reason why kids have trouble learning to be polite is that no one is ever polite to them

idk I think it was something without context and it was made a meme

FINE. I'VE REMOVED HIM FROM THE PLINKO.

Hello, it’s actually come as a shock to me that you are more than 50 years old. I had guessed you’d be somewhere around your late 30 (38.5 specifically) although I know that your works had been published earlier than what I guessed.

Anyways, just wanted to add we have the same birthday Friedrich Schiller so that’s cool!

My first books were published in 1985. I'm practically a historical artefact at this point.

no offense to sharks but they look so fucking stupid. and I'm not talking ugly, I mean they look like they have 2.9 braincells all the time. there are zero thoughts behind those eyes.

mood babe

there is something to be said for going to zoos and aquariums on weekdays to avoid school-aged crowds but going to the aviary on a weekend is fun because going into big greenhouses and watching toddlers who just learned to walk encounter loose tropical animals taller than they are is part of the overall experience for me.

to me a three year old is just as much an entertaining and strange beast as an egret. and here they can interact directly. incredible.

I didn't think much of other people before the incident.

Humans are cruel; I am aware of that. Everybody is. Humans are cold, selfish, and prideful. Kids are self-centered and the ego they gain as they grow does them no favors.

Being a tree gives you a lot of time to think. A lot of time to miss the little things you had. I miss the taste of the apples I ate in the morning, miss the feeling of a soft blanket under my hands, miss the way my love's arms would wrap around me while we slept.

I don't know how I'm seeing what is happening around me. Feeling as a tree is very strange. I feel a squirrel running on my branches and the bugs crawling beneath my bark and the ivy winding its leaves around mine. There's so many sensations but also not. I normally feel like I'm asleep, but sometimes I'll wake up and just feel for a long time.

I don't really know where I am or how long it has been. There are sidewalks and people and a lot of dogs, so I think it is some kind of park. The days bleed together - the sky is always cloudy and there's enough street lights around that I can't always tell if it is night time unless I focus. It's peaceful this way, really. I don't know if I miss being human.

I don't know a lot of things these days. My thoughts aren't very clear and it takes a while for anything coherent to really form. I should probably be more worried about this, but that's not something a tree can manage, I guess.

I've learned a lot about people this way. I can feel the emotions behind their words and actions in a way I never had before. Friends have picnics in my shade, kids climb my branches, joggers stop to rest against my trunk. There's so much passion in everything they do. It's incredible, really.

A lady came by one day. She seemed to know that I could hear her? It was pretty lucky that I was awake, honestly, so if I wasn't she would've been talking to nothing. People stared at her weird anyways. I guess talking to random trees isn't normal, huh?

She asked me how I was doing and if I enjoyed my punishment. I didn't really understand; what was I being punished for? what was the punishment? It took a while for me to remember that I wasn't always a tree. I knew I had memories of a before, of a time where I lived as one of the humans, but memories don't work right as a tree. She was surprised. I don't know why. What was she expecting?

She asked if I had learned my lesson. Told me that they had stopped looking for me already... that they didn't care.

I'm the one that didn't care anymore. I am happy this way. No stress, no worries, nothing. Just passive observation and sleep. It was the most peaceful time of my life, I think.

I grew tired and started to lose my grip on hearing and sight, slowing slipping into sleep. the last thing I saw was the woman standing between my roots with a faraway look in her eyes. After that, I never saw her again.

You angered a witch, and in retaliation, she transformed you into an unmovable tree in a public park. Months later, she returns with the sinister hope of reveling in your suffering, only to find that you are not only surviving but thriving and happier than ever before.

everybody get out of this grocery store i need some time alone

"bluey sets unrealistic expectations for parents" like we haven't all wondered why our parents don't do things with us like the TV parents do. the expectations are already set higher than they're getting to. they aren't even reaching for the bar -- in fact, they're actively trying to limbo underneath it

I hope you are well my friend

I'm so sorry. Ask for a donation of $50

This is to buy clothes for my children who lost their clothes.

. I would be very grateful 🫂

My kids send you their regards. 🧒🫶

hun, I would if I could. I'm a broke college student with two chronic health conditions that don't allow me to work right now. I can't afford it. I wish you luck