you've rhysed your last piece

my name's rhys and im a piece of garbage who went to art school and is anxious 90% of the time

[fucxingcuties]

[molabuddy]

the magic growing dinosaur and the housefly (happy make a terrible comic day!)

[burgerdotcom]

reblogs were off

[careydraws]

No, seriously,

[azspot]

“Because the truth is, tech doesn’t have an image problem. It doesn’t have a message problem. It has an intention problem. What’s wrong with the axe murderer who broke into my house is not that he hasn’t successfully persuaded me to buy into his narrative. What’s wrong is that he’s trying to kill me with an axe. Similarly, when you launch a product that’s designed to put millions of people out of work, block access to sources of verifiable truth, replace human creativity with slop, and lower the barriers to every sort of atrocity, the problem isn’t that you haven’t told the public a good story about those things. The problem is that you are trying to do them.”

— The 40 Most Rage-Inducing Problems in Tech

[santhipoma]

[pmamtraveller]

Party Pooper by Matty Newton

[millionsknives]

can you curry anything else or is it just favor

[millionsknives]

tim

[eroscestlavie]

What do you guys do for work. Job share time. I want to know

[mgs5]

cats will be like please i need you to watch me wiggle around on this carpet please hey look look please look at me i’m wiggling

[cruel-hiraeth]

call him bubonic the way he plagues me

[babyjanedough]

Already know I wanna send this to people on June 1

[isuckattechnology]

Audio:

Erika, referencing ebenezer scrooge: You, boy! What day is it?!

Brennan, as a young boy: It's Pride, bitch!

[willgrahamscock]

[janawijete]

[feaftlikeabeaft]

I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”

[sleepyrogues]

Pro hag, anti ai

[sailorbrazil]

thursday..... and i bet you wish you were her

[helilart]

S I N N E R S

[dorkhellbside]

cats love sleeping on or next to you and slowly bake you like an oven roast chicken