Awesome nature sounds generator.
You can choose any combination of sounds you like - for example, fire + wind in leaves + forest birds - and click “Export to file” to save it on your computer.
No need to go camping or to a beach or actually to ever to go outside any more. Tumblr provides everything.
I just used it to make a sound file of a cat purring by a fire with the sound of the kitchen in the background.
I put together tribal drums, children giggling, heavy rain, and wolves.
31% Frogs at -76% below
38% Creek at -76% below
62% Heavy Rain at 0% below
42% Thunder at 38% below
Saving as ‘Frogs and Rain’
Messing with this I put myself to sleep because I was completely relaxed
Wow, ten minutes and I am so ready for a nap! This is amazing….
Incestual Realization Of Han Solo
literally crying with laughter.
This was at least twice as funny as I thought it was going to be.
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I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me