That Moment When You Run Out Of Spoons In Your Room And You're Absolutely NOT Going To The Caf Because

That moment when you run out of spoons in your room and you're absolutely NOT going to the caf because you don't have your public face on.

An accurate portrayal of my brother and I

Sibling Squash

Photograph by Gus Mills (via Pictures: Cheetahs of the Kalahari — National Geographic)

Love this :)

"Race Against Time."

November 22nd.

Sorry for not posting in what feels like forever, I’ve been stuck for inspiration.

Dissecting Owl Vomit

Owl pellets = owl barf. It’s a cereal of fur, claws, teeth, and bones in a nice, neat package covered with a thin film of owl saliva. Opening it is the most morbid art project ever, but it’s worth it because the accomplishment you feel when you haven’t cracked every bone is so, so sweet. Just look at that beautiful, mostly-not-cracked rodent skull. The little dear.

Owl guts have serious organization skills.

Fur. Fur everywhere. Remains of rodent is rampant in all the places.

Sometimes long hair gets so obnoxious, I should just chop it off. Like all dramatically and stuff, Mulan-style, with a sword. Maybe play some heroine music for double effect. Heck yes.

Shake It Off feat. Capslock

MY EX MAN brought his NEW GIRLFRIEND she said OH MY GOD I'm just gonna shake and to the fella over THERE with the HELLA GOOD HAIR won't you come on over baby we can shake shake shake...WOAHHHH!!