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We need to embrace the fact that the tumblr userbase is aging. What’s everybody’s favorite kitchen appliance?

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Ball gown, after 1897

Museum für Kunst & Gewerbe Hamburg

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The Office — 3.16 |“Phyllis' Wedding”

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gilmore girls: emily in wonderland

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Unattributed • Unknown Model, France, 1930's

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“On The Hunt” ~ by Jef Bourgeau

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A crow with a halo. One thousand gems of genius in poetry and art. 1889.

Internet Archive

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ten minutes in bus stop time is equivalent to about 45 minutes in normal time

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GILMORE GIRLS (2000-2007) 6x08: Your Balalaikas Ringing Out

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emily duffin

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your guardian angel told me to tell you that it’ll be okay and that you should just take it easy for the next few days

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L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

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things that are enjoyable:

showers

things that are not enjoyable:

getting in the shower

getting out of the shower

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"And I have a broken penis. Don't pretend to know my pain."

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So becuase I’m living in an appartment building and have no yard into which I may release Charlie when his little doggy bladder fills up, I end up walking him at strange hours of the night in all manner of weather, becuase I love him.

So tonight it’s single-digits and snowing, and while we’re walking back, I see a big gray tabby curled up with it’s back to us on the porch of one of the houses that’s not yet occupied.  It doesn’t look up at us when we pass by, or when charlie doubles back and starts climbing the stairs to sniff it.

Understandably worried that someone’s pet is lose or that one of the ferals is goign to be a kitty popsicle, I hurry home, collect the cat carrier and go back to the porch to bring kitty in from the cold.  Since I will probably need both hands to carry it back and there’s enough ambient light, I don’t take a flashlight.

Kitty must be very asleep becuase it doesn’t look up when I put the crate down, or when I walk up to it, but the *second* I touch just one of its little kitty fluffs, It’s head pops up with the loudest, deepest “brrp?” cat start-up noise ever.

…and I realize by the large tufted ears and buff shoulder muscles that the thing I am attempting to pick up is not an unusually large tabby.  

It’s the fucking Bobcat.

Fortunately, instead of maiming me, like my idiot ass deserves, it lets out a demonic YEEEAAUGH and flings itself off the porch, fleeing into the night, and I sit there waiting for my heart to start beating again, presumably to tell it’s bobcat buddies all about it’s attempted alien abduction.

So how is everyone else’s night going?