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calamardoybobesponja

1yellowpepper

Ok def was not expecting this level of relatability

tchaikovskaya

*submits this to the library of congress as a culturally, historically or aesthetically significant film*

dutchster

how the vaccine works

brucebocchi

incognegroo

Big mood

pioneerman

I slept in and laughed way too much at this

icameas-roman

THE NOISESSSSS LMFAOOOOOOOO

abomination-of-gender-deactivat

Paranoia Agent (2004) dir. Satoshi Kon

tilthedayidice

If you guys aren’t following oneshotquesters on tiktok are you even on tiktok???

tiktoks-for-dead-pope

qualitytimeswithqualitylads

Massive L to our ancestors for not domesticating the Bear for the ultimate friend

fresafemme-deactivated20191225

We can start now

ohmygoshbabyanimals

alwaysbewoke

UNMUTE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!! #intears #lmao

Art by CottonValent

ghost choir 👻 🎵

I DID NOT THINK ANYTHING COULD TOP GHOST DUET

I WAS WRONG

I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY TO BE WRONG IN ALL MY LIFE

johnnywhistler

Happy Halloween the 1st!

catchymemes

anachronic-cobra

This was so ridiculously drawn out and the conclusion was so obvious yet still I couldn’t tell where this was going

badjokesbyjeff

There was an old man who lived by a forest.

As he grew older and older, he started losing his hair, until one day, on his deathbed, he was completely bald. That day, he called his children to a meeting.

He said, “Look at my hair. It used to be so magnificent, but it’s completely gone now. My hair can’t be saved. But look outside at the forest. It’s such a lovely forest with so many trees, but sooner or later they’ll all be cut down and this forest will look as bald as my hair.”

“What I want you to do,” the man continued, “is, every time a tree is cut down or dies, plant a new one in my memory. Tell your descendants to do the same. It shall be our family’s duty to keep this forest strong.”

So they did. Each time the forest lost a tree, the children replanted one, and so did their children, and their children after them. And for centuries, the forest remained as lush and pretty as it once was, all because of one man and his re-seeding heirline.

theworstofdarkwingduck

Fresh air makes me gay

coolsaddad-blog

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

feels-for-the-fictional

I have been waiting for this post all my life.

marzipanandminutiae

They are indeed purple, But one thing you’ve missed: The concept of “purple” Didn’t always exist.

Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”

A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.

So roses are red. Violets once were called blue. I’m hugely pedantic But what else is new?

ineptshieldmaid

My friend you’re not wrong About Homer’s wine-ey sea! Colours are a matter Of cultural contingency;

Words are in flux And meanings they drift But the word purple You’ve given short shrift.

The concept of purple, My friends, is old And refers to a pigment once precious as gold.

By crushing up molluscs From the wine-dark sea You make a dye: Imperial decree

Meant that in Rome, to wear purpura was a privilege reserved

For only the emperor!

The word ‘purple’, for clothes so fancy, Entered English By the ninth century

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Why then are voilets Not purple in song? The dye from this mollusc, known for so long

Is almost magenta; More red than blue. The concept of purple is old, and yet new.

The dye is red, So this might be true: Roses are purple And violets are blue

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squeeful

While this song makes me merry, Tyrian purple dyes many a hue From magenta to berry And a true purple too.

But fun as it is to watch this poetic race The answer is staring you right in the face: Roses are red and violets are blue Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.