before blaming others, think: whats the 1 constant in all your failed relationships? its that cursed egyptian amulet why do u even have that
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before blaming others, think: whats the 1 constant in all your failed relationships? its that cursed egyptian amulet why do u even have that
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#this is the weirdest year
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
oh shit
Contractions function almost identically to the full two-word phrase, but are only appropriate in some places in a sentence. It’s one of the weird quirks of this language we’ve.
This post needs some kind of warning sign.
I did not see that coming.
Makoto Kino from my Sailor Moon fantasy redesign.
Jupiter - Class: Warrior!
My son wanted to know what would happen if an Ent got the One Ring. Something violent, probably.
Stones will break, and roots will squeeze, vines will grow and bend all knees; mushrooms hunt and thorns yoke; weeds strangle and flowers choke. The age of skin is done. The hour of bark is come. Baruuum.
updating cards because i crave that suffering
introducing someone to your internet friends
I AM THE SAND GUARDIAN, GUARDIAN OF THE SAND
I’m just reblogging this because my dad didn’t believe it existed.
IT
HAS
RETURNED
Well I spent way too much time on this thing that I should have.
But I really liked the idea of a sand gardian.
POSEIDON QUIVER BEFORE HIM!
Reposting because I had forgot the most important detail
Thanks again Katiestrophic for the inspiration
But can we just talk about
This is one of those posts that disappear forever. They make you think that you hallucinated it, then it just pops up like, “hey, bud, yeah I’m real.”
it got better!
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...what if I dressed like this every day
Teenager: But what about the T.U.O.T.’s? Twenty-Something: Tumblr Users Over Thirty? I don’t think they exist. My Generation: (leaps out) WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE…
Originally posted by gameraboy
When I was your age, we had to hand-code our blogs, hosted on servers we maintained ourselves, in our dorm rooms, in the snow. And we LIKED IT THAT WAY.
Nothing was formatted! Anglefire was our only hope of personal expression and we used midi music versions of Savage Garden songs to show how we felt! Pages took minutes to load! Chatrooms were unregulated and haphazard and there were NO PMs or DMs, everything was public!
*shakes fist*
There was no place to easily upload video content, and if you managed it, people had to download it – there was no streaming video!
Happy Birthday, Usagi!
wearing black doesn’t make you a goth
you need to have sacked rome at least twice
DM: The only way you’re playing a bard in this campaign is if you speak entirely in limericks.
Me, a poet: The dust, you’ll wish you bit When my character was green-lit. This won’t be that hard, Playing yon bard, Challenge accepted, you sack of shit.
DM: I swear to fucking god.
Monty Python and the Iron Throne
east coast blogger: today i murdered a rat with my own crystalized rage and hatred
west coast blogger: this beach is so relaxing my body melted right into the sand
midwest blogger: o Lords of corn, what sins have we committed for the weather to punish us so