White boy ALARMS Chinese restaurant staff by bursting into PERFECT Tears instead of ordering

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White boy ALARMS Chinese restaurant staff by bursting into PERFECT Tears instead of ordering
At first i was like: why the hell is this on tumblr?! And then it suddenly made sense...
This is incredible.
Drawing Ditto until I give in and buy a Switch 2...
Based on Matisse's cutouts.
(guy who is wearing all yellow voice) Boy i sure hope no one looks at me in a noticeable way
like can we be serious for a moment please. Use our brain
How's Curious George doing btw
hey. That was devastating
he’s already dead we don’t have to keep beating
Big fan of whatever this genre of conversation is
I have been nothing but elusive and difficult to you and this is how you treat me
bisexual lighting…..
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'the mortifying ordeal of being known' what about the comforting joy of being understood
it's a shame that the phrase memed in isolation, because that is the point of the original essay. here's the final paragraph:
Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.
the whole essay is worth reading & is really lovely.