a book exists. it is called bear portraits.
clockwise, from the top:
a bear smiling, having not yet experienced loss
a bear is not a marxist but would like to feel something real.
a bear mistakes the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking-eye alcohol suggestion.
a bear contemplates deleting his tumblr.
i fucking love bears.
*____* I’m totally...adult bear! I want hiiiiiiiim!
i had a SLIGHTLY NERDY obsession with bears from the ages of 10 - 13 so this hits all the right buttons for me.
it’s been bear-city on my dash lately, and I love it.
I love all their expressions. The first one is like a little kid looking at mummy while she goes “smile, sweetie!” and...