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You know it, I know it, everybody should know it.
I joined a Discord VC channel in a public server and someone was mean to me; oh woe is to such a loathsome and detestable pathos, there is no hope, no light nor an ounce of joy, only suffering and pain
Guy in a twitch stream making a potion of immortality, squinting at the chatlog: ...what's a Jordan Peterson
well-medicated under the scorching 45ºc sun, looking for a copy of Goethe's Faust, sympathizing with the fiend
is there even a single daimon in this macrocosm that can cure this unending suffering? For as uncountable as the stars in the firmament so are the hopes of humankind, inasmuch as they are the only lights that shine into the bottom of the well of pain and suffering
well-medicated under the scorching 45ºc sun, looking for a copy of Goethe's Faust, sympathizing with the fiend
I can now intensely relate to the history of the nation of Norway in that I, too, have just run out of butter.
(Not) deceased and cotardpilled
The Blues Brothers (1980)
Don’t hit Nazis with your fist
HIT THEM WITH YOUR CAR
Again, just so everyone knows where this blog stands
Me, screaming at the collective unconscious: Ayo are them Schteh-dlah [pronouncing "Staedler" with a thick german accent] any good? The mechanical drafting pencil is really overpriced but are the normal pencils worth it? A strange dudebro voice, amidst hushing wind like they were going somewhere really hurriedly: Yeah
"I trust God as far as I can throw him" I say as I toss the Almighty across the church parking lot. I'm very strong and I've seen a miracle or two.
Sorry I haven't been posting much, I received brain damage from physician-prescribed biperiden superdosage. On the bright side, here's the fun aspects of my brief vacations in the demented nine circles of hell headspace:
I didn't have any spider issues but! I had the conviction the air was made of cockroaches and as a bonus I had the cotardpilled insight that my bowels were lined with roach eggs. Also my mom was committing illegal identity theft by impersonating Marie Kondo and *only* speaking fluent Japanese with me the whole time I was on my prescription (she does not speak Japanese). My f*ther was also rambling to me about a TF2 fan-fiction he wrote in a racist "Engrish ranguage" accent the whole time (he has no idea what either TF2 nor fan-fiction are). My house was also populated with small blobs of flesh with loudspeakers for mouths screaming antisemitic insults at me at a frenetic pace. Famous Japanese manga artist Iida Pochi also came by my house to threaten (in fluent Brazilian Portuguese) to rat me to the authorities for my federal crime of filling every single computer in my entire 100-million-person country with infohazards by various means (none of this happened)
Eventually I was sent to the hospital because I was in labour -- I was pregnant with myself and I needed to have a caesarian childbirth (I am a cis male), which they did give me, but cleanly bisecting my entire body from top to bottom, which I don't think is how a childbirth incision is supposed to happen but it made sense at the time (none of this happened). They eventually sent me to the psych ward, which was only a few hallways into the hospital, but for me I reached there by a nerve-wracking situation where I had to pilot a Boeing aircraft that was the victim of a controversy of counterfeit jet fuel -- however, I was able to choose the correct fuel since I could rely on my mom's advice which she taught me ever since I was a child on how to spot adulterated jet fuel from the real thing (she never taught me that).
Eventually reaching the airport, I was barred since the immigration control caught on that a significant portion of the passengers in the flight were imaginary friends, which made the number of people in the database go into the complex plane (which was a severe stack overflow problem) and so my exponential complex number of imaginary friends and I were subjected to a protracted inspection which took place in a long winding tower built on top of an enormous tree that was in the center of the world (none of this happened) which in my mind was the true face of the psychiatric ward where I was staying.
Reblog this post to cast Crumb of Serotonin on whoever you reblogged it from
Also, FYI Fellow wizards, be careful of casting this spell together with passive Spell Power Booster effects, as such a combination can cause Serotonin Syndrome, Acute hypomania or Diarrhea on the recipient!
When Everything Everywhere All at Once said “The only thing I do know is that we have to be kind. Please, be kind, especially when we don’t know what’s going on"
When the Good Place said “Why choose to be good every day when there is no guaranteed reward now or in the afterlife… I argue that we choose to be good because of our bonds with other people and our innate desire to treat them with dignity. Simply put, we are not in this alone.”
When Jean-Paul Sartre said ”‘Hell is other people’ is only one side of the coin. The other side, which no one seems to mention, is also ‘Heaven is each other’. Hell is separateness, uncommunicability, self-centeredness, lust for power, for riches, for fame. Heaven on the other hand is very simple, and very hard: caring about your fellow beings.“
I can't have roommates because I need to listen to Leo Pellegrino's rendition of Moanin' by Charles Mingus at full volume 3+ times per day while rambling in glossolalia to regulate the serotonin transmission in my brain as per my psychiatrist's prescription