Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.
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Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.
So that’s basically how it went down
I resent just how fucking accurate this shitpost is, congratulations OP, you effectively illustrated how Darwin’s Theory of Natural Selection became accepted by the wider public using a FUCKING MUPPETS MEME, here is your A+, get the hell out of my office
stop entering my notes comments rearrange deck chairs on the titanic. I see bullshit discourse that I would have responded to genuinely 10 years ago and I’m like “who gives a shit, why are you doing this? are you from 4chan, the CIA, Mossad or the SVR?”
that take is so bad and expressed in such bad faith it has got to be a psyop or purposefully crafted to piss everyone off
Happy pride month to the tiny cowboy and tiny Trojan man from Night at the Museum
This hands down the best comment in the notes, I will not be taking criticism.
oh so some people can just listen to a song and understand the lyrics
what if you’re all lying
not even an exaggeration
As a trans woman I can confirm that they indeed found an ancient forest inside a 630ft deep sinkhole in China
cis people can reblog this but keep it on subject, please
Happy pride month everyone always remember that the sinkhole has an ecosystem large enough to house not only insects but likely several species of small birds or mammals
Researchers say the forest may contain small animal species unknown to scientists
he seems to be doing a pretty good job tbh
theist accelerationism: the world needs to get as bad as possible as fast as possible so God is forced to intervene
atheist accelerationism: the world needs to get as bad as possible as fast as possible in order to trigger a collapse of the current economic and socio-political structure
agnostic accelerationism: nobody knows why the world needs to get as bad as possible as fast as possible
no more dichotomies. I would like to introduce you to my friends Both, Neither, and Something else entirely
also my friend Sneither, who also cannot be organized into any single category
Ive been thinking about this image nonstop. What is the meaning
It's nice that loud noises don't stick to clothes like smells do. That would be really bad if they did.
this is for a part-time job as a barista
on an application to work the front desk of a hotel
If minimum wage you'd like to make, This ancient quiz you'll have to take.
Step right up, but be prepared. Those who fail are poverty-snared. Question One! If your labor proves most fruitful, Raking quarters by the bootful, Who should excess profits reap, Me the wolf or you the sheep? Question Two! If, by merit, you're made pope, What will be your fervent hope? Law and order justly paired? Or mercy and the guilty spared?
Question Three! If a train should leave Topeka Driven by a solar squeaker, How then should the cat behave? Give it milk or give it grave? Question Four! Do you have a criminal record?
Put my most popular tumblr post, my family would be traumatized
if i ever end up behind the table of a lemonade stand you better fucking believe i would have grapes there too. just in case.
This book got in my heart real fast.
It's the perfect mix of original, thoughtful, endearing and ridiculous to become an instant favourite of mine. I don't think the message is necessarily the strongest element of the book (that being the extravagant humour) but I think it effectively conveys the act of letting go of a miserable situation you were stuck in out of comfort and habit.
I absolutely and shamelessly fell hard for the grimalkin. How do I adopt one?
I love peeling glue off things so much that sometimes I feel tempted to cover some random objects in glue just so I could peel it off.
if you are a normal sized human being who overdrafts at the bank youd have to pay a fee or fine but if your a giant you'd pay a fo or fum
im completely addicted to Open Link in New Tab
if Open Link in New Tab is wrong then baby i dont want to be right
It's usually Aziraphale that does the writing. Books. Words. That his thing, y'know. When someone is able to set stars in the sky, you don't stand between them and their work, just let them get to it.
Hope, though. That's always been mine. Finding the silver linings.
Hell of a flaw for a demon to have.
In time, Aziraphale will write a full recounting. He'll have beautiful prose and a full summary. I'll be sure he doesn't start in Eden so we can finish it inside a human life span. In the mean time, here is a short message from a demon to tide you over.
The world was gone. The universe I so loved. And yet we stood in a bookshop that was nowhere and everywhere. Aziraphale took my hand and somehow I had everything. The books were blank, yes.
But we both remembered them and they weren't fading. We were the repository for the world that we loved. At one point, we started bickering over wine and Aziraphale was holding a copy of the Canterbury Tales morosely.
Geoffrey was a character.
We both spent many a night at a tavern with him as he wrote and even I knew those stories, I think by heart. I wanted Aziraphale to be happy. So, I started writing. The Clerk, the Miller, the Squire.
It spilled from me and I realised Aziraphale's hand was on my shoulder. A miracle pouring into a book. That's how it started. There's more story here and a discussion with God that I think I'll leave to his story telling.
You all have an idea how I feel about our Creatorand her decisions.
And in the end, we are here. Still an angel (now retired) and demon (former). The bookshop is in Soho, where it belongs with Muriel behind the till. And maybe you'll hear more of our cottage now that we're not afraid to spoil an ending for you.
There's no apple tree at its heart, but there is one in the garden that's a bit unique. And in our home universe there are some angels and demons on earth now, too. Not all of them made that choice but some decided retirement was the best option.
There isn't only us of course. You've seen Asa and Anthony (well, one version of them). Each stroke of your pen or click of a keyboard is another. The universes weave in unique and wonderful ways.
As a former star maker, I am proud of you all for making more stars.
Each contained in a story. That's always been what amazes me about humans, you don't understand that within each of you there are universes untold. You only need see them. And once you do, maybe share it with each other.
Aziraphale and I are here. And we'll always be here. He has another challenge planned soon for you lot and I'm considering adding one as well, if you would like.
Anyway, Aziraphale will write something more poignant I'm sure. I'll be sure to help.