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Netsuke of Mother Bat with Two Young, Hō-raku, 19th century

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One single question

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Awesome moment from the Superman (2025) teaser made me think of Smallville and Clark saving the boy (4x22)

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sanders sides in its current state is so funny. new content is released fairly regularly but also there hasn't been an official update in nearly four years and I don't think anyone even believes the s2 finale exists. It was originally just a series of sketches about hehe what if your personality traits were people and now everyone is emotionally repressed and beefing with each other 25/8. Its made by one of the biggest ex-viners online. It is a man talking to himself in his apartment. the biggest source of fan speculation is the colour orange

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i really really love your blog!! i love seeing creatures and critters and bugs and i follow a lot of nature blogs, but i can’t stand seeing dead things. so when its kind of sucky to be scrolling through tumblr hoping to see some animals and instead i see a dead antelope D: whenever your blog pops up on my dashboard ik it won’t trigger anything!! thanks! :D

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Closest match: Podarcis pityusensis genome assembly, chromosome: 17 Common name: Ibiza Wall Lizard

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After my previous post, here's an overview of how my life so far feels.

My earliest years feel vague, but calm. Almost as if they're a clean pool of water in the middle of the night. These years progress into a focusing of consciousness. The general feel of this era of my life is strangely categorized by fear pick-pocketed by surreal happiness and joy. As if there were moths in my heart that occasionally flew up and hit my brain. Then came the obsessions. With those came the feeling of burning emotion. Unnamed, just feeling, a yearning of sorts. These lasted up until seventh grade when, as I said before, the years feel heavy and burnt, like a chemical burn on your tongue. The years after that feel empty, hollow and blurred. There was rarely emotion other than emptiness. After that there was a crushing weight, the emptiness closing in and I began a desperate struggle. I felt like a swarm of bees was trying to escape my hands. And I decided no one could help me but me. And this continues. And I have improved.

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My seventh and beginning of eighth grade years feel like a flavor, bitter and heavy the way I think coffee beans would taste if you fried them with electricity to the point where touching them turns them to dust, and then ate them a slab of overcooked beef.

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That's okay, thank you tho!

Did you draw your PFP or is it a picrew or wha-

It’s a picrew, I forget which one though sorry

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I have many memories from my early childhood that are religious. My mother is very much Mormon (Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints) and I pick and choose from their teachings today. But I have a memory of being in nursery, which is the class little kids go to in order for their parents to go to their classes. I was sitting at a long white narrow table with other kids, and it must have been short too. I was eating snacks on a paper plate surrounded by toys in the little room.

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Recently found this car that sparked a memory, so I need to put it down before I forget.

This is said car

Anyway I remembered that my brother and I used to race hot wheels together on an orange and sometimes blue hot wheels track. This was my favourite car, and it was always the fastest so we would try to get to it first, sometimes fighting over it.

I'm glad I'm doing this journal, because I had completely forgotten about that and it made me cry that I'm losing so much of the short childhood I had. I may only be 16, but I haven't had a childhood in six, maybe seven years. Give or take, of course, my memory isn't perfect. But this will help me remember who I was.

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I'm currious tumblr what is your phones lockscreen and/or background?

if there is more than one of these categories present please just choose one. for example if you have a loved one and a pet in the pic choose either the loved one or the pet option.

please reblog for a bigger sample size!

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I once brought my favourite toy at the time, a red Bakugan, to a birthday party in what must have been kindergarten or first grade. I left it there accidentally, and when I realized I didn't have it, I prayed about where it was. (I didn't know I left it) Finally a couple months later I talked to the girl whose party it was and she said her dog had chewed it up.

I hid my devastation very well, I think. My response was basically the small child version of "Aw, that's too bad." I didn't cry about it until I was alone.

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I also have this vague memory of a playground in a circular area with apartment buildings around it. Maybe I just watched too much backyardigans and that's just a normal playground near where I lived. I'm not sure.

Either way it's in my brain