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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Love Begins
occasionally subtle

Discoholic 🪩
$LAYYYTER

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Keni
Cosimo Galluzzi
Claire Keane
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
we're not kids anymore.
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"Vincent Van Goghs to Disney"
Since I’ve been talking about the wonderful X-Wing series lately, here is its fabulous cover art by Paul Youll
Game Evolution
Wait a minute…
Waluigi is the ultimate example of the individual shaped by the signifier. Waluigi is a man seen only in mirror images; lost in a hall of mirrors he is a reflection of a reflection of a reflection. You start with Mario – the wholesome all Italian plumbing superman, you reflect him to create Luigi – the same thing but slightly less. You invert Mario to create Wario – Mario turned septic and libertarian – then you reflect the inversion in the reflection: you create a being who can only exist in reference to others. Waluigi is the true nowhere man, without the other characters he reflects, inverts and parodies he has no reason to exist. Waluigi’s identity only comes from what and who he isn’t - without a wider frame of reference he is nothing. He is not his own man. In a world where our identities are shaped by our warped relationships to brands and commerce we are all Waluigi.
I, We, Waluigi: a Post-Modern analysis of Waluigi by Franck Ribery (via tramampoline)
"I meant go, not scat."
MIKE’S THE MAN!
Mike Wazowski joins the Avengers.
THOR’S HAMMER IS BLOCKING HIS FACE I AM DYING
so if we all could just pretend that squidward was a fireman or some guy in an ambulance, then i'm sure we could all pull together and discover what it truly means to be in a marching band