cub loves his caretaker
don’t u dare tell me love doesn’t exist
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Not today Justin
hello vonnie
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todays bird
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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cub loves his caretaker
don’t u dare tell me love doesn’t exist
the scorpio stomp
a stompstompy fall ritual - begin by stompystomping on the crunchy leaves. eat a pumpkin. Now you are pumpking. Cut two eyeball holes in a ragged bloodstained sheet. Make sure blood real. Cover eyeballs with eyeball holes. Wear your ghost BE the ghost. Watch hocus pocus. At the end smash your television with a broomstick. Ride away on your tricked out witchstick because you are a bloody ghost you damn pumpking
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In college I had a physics professor who wrote the date and time in red marker on a sheet of white paper and then lit the paper on fire and placed it on a metallic mesh basket on the lab table where it burned to ashes. He asked us whether or not the information on the paper was destroyed and not recoverable, and of course we were wrong, because physics tells us that information is never lost, not even in a black hole, and that what is seemingly destroyed is, in fact, retrievable. In that burning paper the markings of ink on the page are preserved in the way the flame flickers and the smoke curls. Wildly distorted to the point of chaos, the information is nonetheless not dead. Nothing, really, dies. Nothing dies. Nothing dies.
Nicholas Rombes, The Absolution of Roberto Acestes Laing (via bobschofield)
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