arrghwink replied to your post: How well would dying leg hair go over?

I read that as NO! LEG HAIR! YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!

Now I want to write a tragic tale about leg hair fated to an early and unjust death.

You’ve INSPIRED ME 

I’m alone with it. Help.

concept-of-karma:

“A three second exposure meant that subjects had to stand very still to avoid being blurred, and holding a smile for that period was tricky. As a result, we have a tendency to see our Victorian ancestors as even more formal and stern than they might have been.”

…Aww

mesatawe:

climateadaptation:

Solid, mind blowing photo essay on Alberta oil tar sands.

“The Canadian Oil Sand Mines Refused Us Access, So We Rented This Plane To See What They Were Up To”

This is what happens when you abandon Tumblr for any length of time. It begins to exact its revenge.           

Butbutbut I JUST LOGGED ON LAST NIGHT

By all accounts, it doesn’t make sense! 

WE LOCKED OURSELVES OUT OF THE FLAT WE’RE RENTING

AND

IT WAS MISERABLE AND WE HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO DO

BUT THEN WE ENDED UP RINGING THE NEIGHBOUR AND SHE LET US IN AND LOOKED FOR A FIRE ESCAPE FOR US TO CRAWL UP

THERE WAS ONE AT THE VERY TOP IN THE FORM OF A SKYLIGHT

SO

I CLIMBED UP A PRECARIOUS LADDER

AND PIP CAME

AND

WE MANAGED TO GET ONTO OUR BALCONY AND GET IN AND OPEN THE DOOR THAT WAY

IT WAS SCARY AND ADVENTUROUS AND UGH

I WILL NEVER FORGET

AND I’M NEVER LEAVING

My access to Tumblr is incidental, so I’ll still be gone for a while yet, but I just wanted to pop in and say I didn’t die in a horrible plane crash.

I have a copious amount of photos from the National Museum of Scotland that I want to try and put up when I get back! They have TENTACLES IN JARS.

And DOLLY!

I’ve got a Europe to see; I’ll return with lots of pictures, and hopefully some good stories to tell.