I remember why i don’t use tumblr anymore. 

I’m genuinely sick and tired of… all of this. There’s so much angst and drama and more often than not every single post makes me sick to my stomach and… well… I’m done. 

Goodbye, loves. Stay safe and well.  













If you see something like this, DO NOT CALL AN EXTERMINATOR!
Call a beekeeper, they can relocate the hive instead of killing them. Bees are dying at an alarming rate, please do not contribute to that! They are so important for our ecosystem!

yo fuck this i aint gonna call no beekeeper i’m moving before i’m dead

I’m going to call an exterminator so the exterminator can kill them. I’ll be able to sleep at night knowing that there are less bees in the world.

No bees = no food.
No food = no life.
Congratulations on destroying the world.

Because you seem to not understand that bees pollinate flowers and literally bees are the reason we have food.

Did you guys even watch bee movie

you really really must call a bee keeper!

My family’s house had it’s entire attic taken over by bees one year. They slowly started appearing in the house, and then they were everywhere.  We called a bee keeper, and he removed what he said was the largest domestic honeycomb/bee nest he’d ever seen.  I was so terrified I’d gone to stay with a friend.  My folks called me to meet the bee keeper, and he led me on the most magical journey through the house.  He explained the bees were harmless if you move calmly through them and don’t swat at or harass them.  He was only stung once because he accidentally put his hand down and smooshed one.  The bees landed on me, walked a bit, then buzzed away.  All honey combs and bees were safely removed and relocated.  Call a bee keeper, they are awesome!


We had a huuuuge swarm of bees in my front yard a few days ago. They had created this massive hive in less than 15 hours. I completely detested killing them so we called a bee keeper and she brought them to their new home within twenty minutes! Please don’t kill our bees! We need them!💞

bees are often harmless if you aren’t scared of them and are extremely gentle. I used to play with them on my palms as a child - essentially, if you aren’t scared, you don’t release a chemical that they can smell that alerts them of enemies or of danger. the key is to keep calm and call someone who knows what they’re doing (like a professional beekeeper). bees are beautiful creatures; don’t kill them just because you are scared of what they potentially can do 
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max ehrmann … desiderata
i love this poem.
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i just said hi to someone and they didn’t hear me i’m never trying that again

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Ben D. Johnson
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"How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works.

Don’t say anything if she’s lost weight. Don’t say anything if she’s gained weight.

If you think your daughter’s body looks amazing, don’t say that. Here are some things you can say instead:

“You look so healthy!” is a great one.

Or how about, “You’re looking so strong.”

“I can see how happy you are – you’re glowing.”

Better yet, compliment her on something that has nothing to do with her body.

Don’t comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a mean one.

Teach her about kindness towards others, but also kindness towards yourself.

Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter. Buy healthy food. Cook healthy meals. But don’t say “I’m not eating carbs right now.” Your daughter should never think that carbs are evil, because shame over what you eat only leads to shame about yourself.

Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe. Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes.

Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork. Never make her play a sport she isn’t absolutely in love with.

Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture.

Teach your daughter how to cook kale.

Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six sticks of butter.

Pass on your own mom’s recipe for Christmas morning coffee cake. Pass on your love of being outside.

Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.

Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.



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Doing all of these for my future daughter because my mom never did 1 of these for me.

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This is kind of a rant.. but this hit a soft spot in me.

I honestly wish my mom had done at least one of these things for me and my siblings. She would always say she never believed in weight as a “genetic thing” before she had us - because she was skinny as a kid and my dad was chubby, so we had obviously inherited “big bones” from his side of the family. She would guilt me into playing sports I loathed with people I hated because I “needed to” in order to maintain my size as “somewhat healthy”. She always complained how we ate too much and never exercised and so on and so forth. And when I finally was old enough to have a gym membership, I exercised obsessively (one hour in the morning, two hours in the evening), and when I mentioned that we could do it together as a “mother daughter” thing when she whined about being out of shape, she laughed at me and told me that I didn’t go nearly enough for her to be interested.

To be honest, most of my childhood revolved around food and her and my dad shaming themselves/us when eating or forcing us (literally forcing - to the point of grounding if we didn’t) to exercise to work it off. 

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Enjoying the last of Wellington’s sunlight
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you can order 4,500 live ladybugs on amazon for less than $20 what a time to be alive

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tattoos by amanda wachob (x)

these are magnificent 

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