i’m so glad goncharov happened pre ai slop era
#weird way to describe 1973 but i guess it’s accurate
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i’m so glad goncharov happened pre ai slop era
#weird way to describe 1973 but i guess it’s accurate
Muppet One Piece: who is the one character played by a human actor?
obviously chopper
"At this time! In this place!" 🪻 Happy Glorious 25th of May to those who celebrate. GNU Terry Pratchett
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The crazy thing is, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, if you asked me on any given day "Would like to see a picture of some genitals?" my answer would be "😰 No, that's... No, thank you. I'm okay, actually." I have nothing but the utmost respect for people who do engage with the penis side of the internet, but personally, I've spent the better part of two decades doing all I can NOT to have pictures of dick and balls or sexy bikini babe buttcheeks blasted onto my retinas constantly. And yet... to be denied the penis? To have a jumped up pile of javascript tell me, a grown adult with an air fryer and an outstanding council tax bill, that I cannot be trusted to withstand the sight of a bare nipple unless I let it scan my drivers' license? I will move heaven and earth to see that fucking nipple, friend. I will walk a thousand miles barefoot on hot coals before I give you big brother bitches my passport number. A thousand miles through the desert with five VPNs just to press my face up against the glass and see the last uncensored picture of two My Little Pony Characters sixty-nining each other, and I don't even want! to look at it! But I will! I must! for the sake of our fucking democracy!
After spending the better part of the weekend curled into a ball, wondering why I was having the bed-spins completely stone sober in the middle of the living room, I remembered one of my students telling me about a maneuver they had to learn in their doctoring class to help patients with positional vertigo. It's meant to clear displaced calcium crystals from the semicircular canals in the ear so they stop tricking the neurons there into thinking you're spinning, when in fact you're only laying on the floor wishing for death.
And you know, calling something a MANEUVER makes it sound like it's fancy and has intricate steps and probably a lay person could never pull it off on their own, but that is a fucking lie, because this is literally just laying back and tilting your head:
Insanely pissed off now that I've lost multiple days of my life to the spins without trying this. I feel so much better today that I have to make up for it by hating myself just a little for not trying it sooner.
Rargh.
you may have noticed that my blog is disorganized and thematically incoherent and my tag game is weaker by the day. this is commentary on the chaos of modern existence
either trump keeps staging assassination attempts to look tuff or they hiring the worst gunmen known to man JUST FUCKING KILL HIM ALREADY
Y'know, I kinda feel like when you get to the point that the general reaction to hearing about a failed assassination attempt is "Ah man, missed again. Maybe next time." you might be overdue for an impeachment.
if infinite monkeys on typewriters will eventually write shakespeare then surely 100 million americans with pistols will eventually successfully assassinate the us president
it is so fucking sad to find a cool fanartist on here and then see that their last post was from like 2018 and they were announcing that they were moving to Twitter.
It's like being a space colonist and finding a little abandoned space cottage and there's a diary in it and the last entry is like "i have now gone to seek a better life on [name of planet that got overtaken by axe-wielding octopi that feed on human blood]"