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Kiana Khansmith
wallacepolsom
Monterey Bay Aquarium
NASA
Today's Document
Xuebing Du
Sade Olutola
styofa doing anything
noise dept.
YOU ARE THE REASON
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izzy's playlists!

ellievsbear
occasionally subtle
Not today Justin
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Three Goblin Art
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@amusedliver
disgusting
yeah don’t give to homeless people, they might spend it on booze. Give to charities, who might spend it funding the international arms trade
...by holding your hands in a cup position. Just don't.
Serial Killers’ Last Meals
New Zealand-based artist Henry Hargreaves recreated the last meals requested by serial killer inmates before their execution in his series No Seconds. Carefully placed and curated, Hargreaves seamlessly gives life to an extremely dark, uncomfortable and mundane setting, which oddly holds more value than words can express.
I’d like to have a conversation, sometime…
It's difficult with everyone screaming all the time
Good Feels.
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Dream Killing
I had a dream that I killed someone last night and it was incredibly vivid.
Me and my friend went to an old elementary school and kidnapped our first grade teacher (who was completely unrecognizable) and brought him to an abandoned field that was shaped in a figure 8. We laid him down on the edge of the field where the forest met the field and we both pointed guns at him and started singing “Candyman” by the Grateful Dead, but really, really, creepily and we changed out some of the words with morbid descriptions of what we were about to do to him, and as we got louder with our signing, drowning out his desperate pleas of forgiveness, we both unleashed a black metalesque high pitch note to end the song... and then a silence.... and then we both shot him in the head.
As we were departing the field, a station wagon came driving on the left side of the figure 8 with 2 people in the car... we ran into the forest, but as most dreams go, it felt like i was running in a sea of congealed horse blood.
And then I woke up.
My Life.