DO NOT SHOP AT TARGET OR ORDER FROM THEM ONLINE ON MAY 1st THERE IS A STRIKE

HEY YOU

stop picking at your lip

sand dollars doin their thing

they’re basically sea roombas

the phrase "tolerant left" pisses me off because technically i'm left but i'm NOT tolerant. if you say dumb shit i'm not gonna be like "uwu you're entitled to your opinion, peace is the best option" i'm fuckimg DESTROYING you. think before you say private healthcare has good incentives

Idaho Gothic

People keep pronouncing it Boy-ZEE but every time you open your mouth to correct them you can’t speak, they keep chanting it while you clutch at your throat. It’s closing up faster.

Someone says that all there is out there are potato farms. You laugh but when you turn around you’re stranded in a field filled with potatoes and when you turn back around, the person is gone. There’s only potatoes.

You’re driving through a desert, an empty road ahead of you. Your eyes drift shut and when you open them you’re in the mountains, jagged peaks soaring above you and a hawk shrieks overhead. You swerve and you’re suddenly in the rolling plains. You blink again and you’re back in the desert. There’s no way to get off the highway.

You and your friends go down to float the river and you can hear their laughter just around the bend. You can’t catch up to them and the bend just keeps getting further away.

You’re stuck coming down from the mountains, waiting for cows to cross. You can’t see the end of the line of them, they just keep coming.

You’re at a Boise State football game. The turf is a dizzying, bright blue in the sunlight. It looks like it’s getting bigger, until you realize it’s slowly swallowing up the stadium. You realize it’s somehow 2010. It’s the Fiesta Bowl all over again and Coach Peterson smiles up at you with too many teeth. You’re falling in a pit of blue.

There’s a knock on your door. It’s smiling missionaries who don’t blink, they begin to talk in unison. You try to tell them you’re fine but it’s like they don’t see you. You shut the door quickly and you can hear them still talking. There’s a knock on your back door.

You thought Hells Canyon was just a name. But disappearances are multiplying and there’s a figure just past the ledge beckoning you closer.

“I’ll leave one day,” you say one year. “I’ll leave one day,” you say three years later. “I’ll leave one day,” you say —

Vintage book covers I found on pinterest!

Līču-Laņģu Cliffs, Latvia

[Image ID: A Facebook post. The original poster’s name and icon have been redacted. The post reads:

Some times I get tired of being the “nice disabled person”. ‘curb cutouts make things much easier for moms with strollers.’ I don’t care. Mobility impaired people literally can’t get off the sidewalk without them. ‘Captions are great for kids who are learning to read.’ Yeah, and they are also a necessity for deaf people. here’s my hot take. Disabled people should not have to frame accessibility in a way that helps abled people to get the accommodations they need to live a decent life. /end ID]