Those people who constantly reblog your stuff but you never really talk:
Life, so far so good. It’s funny I only am motivated to write in the lower times of my life. But I truly have nothing much to complain. I hope Tumblr is doing okay, I have not visited much since Twitter decided to be addictive. Maybe I’m more of a one-liner than a blogger, which is alright. I don’t see the point in the dichotomy anyway.
This day, I have little or a more obscured understanding of people, especially women. Well, not that that’s anything too new. It’s nice to see that some things never change. However I do notice some things actually are desperate to move but just simply cannot. Change is weird, and the more I see myself changing the more I actually see how I stay the same.
I’ve come to see see that on the surface I have changed dramatically. Heck, I even started wearing skinny jeans. I hated them just 20 minutes ago. That said, I’m now actually doing things that I have always loved since I was a kid. Drawing, writing, designing.. But for a fee, and that’s even weirder. I’ll take what I can get.
Anyway, I could just do a brief visit here and chow (maybe coming back after a month or so), but I’ll try to keep in mind there are some things here to be discovered. I hope I don’t leave too long.
A Russian zoo is home to a unique animal - the liger. It is half-lioness, half-tiger. Mother Zita is pictured licking her one month old liliger cub
I DON’T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU CALL IT LOOK AT HER HAPPY LITTLE FACE IN THE LAST PICTURES SHE’S SO PROUD OF HER LIL CUB AND HER SPOTS AND SHE’S GOTTA BE TOUGH MOMMA WHEN THE BABY’S LOOKING BUT AS SOON AS THEY TURN AROUND, SHE’S LIKE,
":3 Look at it. I made a thing. I made a rly good thing. :3"
The elaborate creations are inspired by fiddler crabs, spiders, scorpions, grasshoppers, monkeys, bulldog and more. The art pieces from Chicago-based artist Justin Gershenson-Gates are made from many, many watch pieces, including gears, watch plates, spring barrels, watch winding stems, watch jewels, and clips.
But, truly, I am sorry.
- Sloppy Seconds - Watsky