hell yeah brother
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
One Nice Bug Per Day
Mike Driver
Stranger Things

JVL

JBB: An Artblog!

Kaledo Art
AnasAbdin

Discoholic 🪩
tumblr dot com
trying on a metaphor

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
taylor price
noise dept.

oozey mess

if i look back, i am lost

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Product Placement

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@bruhwhoeven
hell yeah brother
women love me for my eye bags and dead eyed stare
And hands
women hate my hands. make your own post
Favorite high school memory?
Leaving
🧅🫑🌶️🥓🧀🥓🌶️🫑🧅 made the mutuals a kebab
i can teach you
t-teach me.. what??
what kind of turtle is this
“Cinderblock’s first time on the treadmill trying to lose weight”
(Source)
if you say anything homophobic in June this truck comes out of nowhere and crushes you like that bus crushed Regina George
it’s optimus pride
good boy
eat your cereals
On 9th March 2008, historians have found what they believe is the first recording of a human voice. Predating Thomas Edison’s first phonograph recording of 1877. The “phonautograph”, created by etching soot-covered paper by Parisian inventor Edouard-Leon Scott de Martinville, was played by US scientists using a “virtual stylus” to read the lines. The recording was initially believed to be the voice of a woman or adolescent, but further research in 2009 suggested the playback speed had been too high and that it was actually the voice of Scott himself. This is the original recording.
Millennial culture is having two wildly different conversations with the same person on two different apps at the exact same time
conversation 1: cheese borger
conversation 2: that’s why I think I’m so afraid of making myself vulnerable, because my father taught me I couldn’t ever truly trust anyone