onemattwolf
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((29—Canadian—He/Him)) Transmasculine, 4 years on T and having a blast with it. I'm Bi, I got ADHD out the ass, and I overshare on tumblr. ...Honestly I think that sums everything up nicely. Got any questions, shoot me a message! I'm trying to get better at talking to new people so you'll be doing me a favour :P Besides that, I'm over here reblogging a bunch of shit and rambling more than the standard amount in the tags. Uh... they're usually more than a little NSFW so be warned.
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onemattwolf · 6 hours ago
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I own a pet portrait of a Irish wolfhound that I found in an antique shop.
It’s a really good pet portrait of a dog, the dog looks so happy and the artist’s style is pleasing. In the shop I turned it over. On the back is the artist’s signature and the year it was painted. That year was 1986. It suddenly occurred to me that the dog in the portrait must be dead by this point and the owner who commissioned it must be dead as well. Someone who loved their dog enough to get such a great portrait of them made wouldn’t part with it so they must have died, that’s the only reason it would be here. I was so horrified looking at this beautiful portrait of a beautiful dog.
It occurred to me all of the 19th century paintings of dogs in my favorite museums are portraits of dead dogs commissioned by dead owners. That portraiture is haunted by nature, a snapshot of a living thing that is loved and will survive long after the subject is no longer living and the person who loved them has gone.
Then I remembered my favorite Gary Larson comic.
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Anyway, I bought the painting and it now hangs in my cat’s room. My cat has a room because I love her very much. I want to commission a portrait of her.
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onemattwolf · 6 hours ago
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Die temu ad die
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onemattwolf · 6 hours ago
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btw while people continue to fight the system don't forget about Undue Medical Debt (formerly RIP Medical Debt), a charity that buys and forgives medical debt. on average a donation of $10 will forgive $1,000 of medical debt.
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onemattwolf · 7 hours ago
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baby horseshoe crabs
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onemattwolf · 8 hours ago
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onemattwolf · 10 hours ago
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It drives me insane how many people dont realise how often they break the law and that if the full force of it was ever applied life would basically be unliveable. Like between traffic violations, petty workplace theft, account sharing and piracy alongside how common it is to have been in posession of some illegal drug at some point in your life. People still manage to get away with thinking "criminals" are people who commit crimes not just populations that are surveilled enough to be routinely prosecuted
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onemattwolf · 10 hours ago
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onemattwolf · 10 hours ago
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i wanna talk about this shot
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onemattwolf · 10 hours ago
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onemattwolf · 10 hours ago
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My family never put much priority on my comfort or happiness. I'm slow to wake up, and I grew up thinking that I hate mornings. My sister is the type of a person who is as wide awake as she'll be all day as soon as her eyes snap open, and when we were teenagers she used to wake me up on school days by tossing the dog at me (our old Tessa was enough of a terrier to always land on her feet, claws first, and could be tossed like a cat) and waking up every day having to wrestle a dog's tongue out of my mouth before I could open my eyes was Not Nice.
My family would berate me for being too sensitive, dramatic, or even downright manipulative, for being able to burst into tears first thing in the morning.
When my boyfriend wakes up before me, he takes meticulous care not to wake me up. He climbs out of bed so cautiously and slowly, gets dressed without turning on the light, and sits quietly in the dark of our one-room apartment until my alarm rings or I wake up on my own. This morning, I woke up to notice that the room was softly lit in a way I didn't recognise, and saw the love of my life quietly gaming in the light of a storm lantern.
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I love mornings.
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onemattwolf · 10 hours ago
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I did wonder why he was so quiet this morning
#oh
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onemattwolf · 10 hours ago
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northern hemisphere babes we made it to the longest night of the year. we made it. for the next 6 months, every day will give us a little more daylight than the last. let's go. take my hand. climb out of the darkness with me
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onemattwolf · 11 hours ago
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hey guys who wants to see a christmas decoration someone in my area put up
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onemattwolf · 11 hours ago
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