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titsay
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
todays bird
Kiana Khansmith
Not today Justin
almost home
#extradirty
oozey mess
Phantogram Three
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Jimmy Eat World
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
macklin celebrini has autism
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
cherry valley forever
EXPECTATIONS
ellievsbear
NASA
seen from Mexico
seen from Vietnam
seen from Malaysia
seen from Paraguay
seen from Bangladesh
seen from United States
seen from Austria
seen from Colombia
seen from Indonesia
seen from Pakistan
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@chaosfeelslikehome
Fun fact: by just using imaginary numbers, some Evil Math, and 101 rotating vectors You Can Create a shitty approximation of a fish.
two points of view on math fish
it isn't good art unless it's itself enough to get haters, so
win
it isn’t good art
unless it’s itself enough
to get haters, so
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
idk why people are still trying to do "hear me out"s on tumblr
you could talk about wanting to fuck the space needle on here and people would still call you a poser for insisting on fucking "conventionally attractive architecture" as if that's a coherent, easily-recognizable category
I want to fuck Antoni Gaudi's unbuilt Hotel Attraction skyscraper design
"hear me out" and it's a picture of the most fuckable building you've ever seen. c'mon now.
World Heritage Post
all books should be written by deeply damaged autistic perverts
@pangur-and-grim ?
YOU DON'T NEED TO TAG ME ON THIS, I WROTE THE POST
"Love/sex is what makes us human" Wrong. It's the obsession with rectangles. look around you and count the number of rectangles you see.
#looked up and thought ‘that can’t be hard’#and then my eyes widened with horror as I realized the sheer number of rectangles everywhere#I’m . I’m horrified
It's a good shape!
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dneirfyoB
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?dehsurc gnitteg nolemretaw eht erongi annog tsuj er'ew oS
nolemretaW
only 62 more frogs until we hit 8,000 species described. the moment we've all been waiting for
there are an average of about 150 new amphibian species described per year so I remain hopeful that 2026 will be the year of 8,000 frogs
I do love that somebody tagged tumblr's own frog scientist on this post. chop chop dr scherz, we've got 62 more frogs to discover and you're the only frog scientist any of us knows
GUYS amphibian species of the world is still at 7,994 species of frog BUT amphibiaweb is at 8,008 species of frog, and do you know who is a co-author on the 8,000th species of frog there???? TUMBLR'S OWN FROG SCIENTIST DR SCHERZ
im quitting tumblr
ok see u tomorrow
this post is now 10 fucking years old
World Heritage Post
fill your body with cranberries so the horse that kills you gets a sensual surprise when he begins to feed
i will give the horse that kills me no such luxury
interesting dates on this post
those aren’t dates, they are explicitly stated to be cranberries
those aren’t dates, they
are explicitly stated
to be cranberries
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
mold pisses me off so much
oh you have to eat your produce the moment it leaves the store or the fuckin Hungering Dust will get it. and. poison your food
I ran into this post years ago and to be honest, it has completely reoriented the way I engage with food.
Like. I’ve always sorta understood that things grow moldy or stale or sour or such if left out, but I never really internalized it in a meaningful way.
But now I’m just like.
Yeah. The hungering dust. There exists omnivorous dust in the air that will eat my food if I don’t.
Those bagels have been sitting there for a week. Are we going to eat them soon or are we leaving them for the hungering dust?
Pizza’s been sitting out on the counter for an hour. Everyone’s enjoying the pizza, but if we don’t want “everyone” to include the hungering dust then we should probably put it away soon.
That’s just. That’s how food works to me now. There exists an invisible predator in the air that hungers for your yummies, and it will not hesitate to eat your food if you don’t make the effort to protect and preserve it. And eat what can’t be preserved before the dust can.
Life-changing.
food doesn’t actually “go bad”, it just gets eaten by something else first
food doesn’t actually
“go bad”, it just gets eaten
by something else first
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
they want you to make fried rice
who is "they"
the wok left
how am I supposed to make fried rice if the wok left
World Heritage Post
Could Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz solve the Kira murders?
Could catch Kira, would survive
Could not catch Kira, would survive
Could catch Kira, would not survive
Could not catch Kira, would not survive
Oh, the comments are GOLD
Great job everyone
KICK THE CAN!
Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.
To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.
the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now
And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!
literally crying laughing at this
#i'd kinda assumed there was more alpaca in an alpaca
it's so wild when your parent changes when you become an adult. my dad is very cordial and non confrontational - he regularly helps me with adult stuff like changing the oil or providing insurance tips. he's always smiling when i call him on video and providing jokes when i complain about college
when i was a kid, i would have to tiptoe around his anger issues often, sometimes running quietly past his work table until he got his own place completely separate from our family, locked away for days. every so often he would start screaming in the car and trying to hit me or my brother for talking too loud while my mom attempted to calm him down as he swerved on the road. and now he, smiling, helps me with car insurance.
like oh, this is just who you are when you have power over someone, and this is who you are when you dont have power over someone. no wonder you can have a normal life, friends, work while scaring the shit out of your kids and wife. i see it now. i see why no one would have believed me. that, i think, is one of the core fears of trauma - seeing the outside of it from the perspective of other adults that brushed you aside, and understanding. of course, that understanding gives the opposite of solace; it just gives you more grief with nowhere for it to go
yknow kinda something special about the fact that i got a cut on my left hand ring finger while working on someone’s christmas present. that’s gonna leave a scar. every time i look at my ringfinger i’ll be reminded of it. the “wedding band” finger… kinda more intimate than marriage…
but also OUUUUUCCCCCHHHHHHHIIIIEEEEE
cut myself on the same finger while trying to cut a bagel…. idk how to romanticize this one guys
you have to fuck the bagel now
i have to fuck the bagel.
what people dont get about divorces is the Whole Thing About Dogs
i have written custody plans for labrador retrievers more complex than i have for children. i went to four years of undergrad, three years of law school, and sat for the bar exam to write up custody exchange provisions for dogs with hyphonated last names
my clients are paying $295 an hour for me to go to court and litigate who makes veterinary decisions for Chuckles the Goldfish and theres literally nothing i can do to stop them
framing these tags and hanging them up in my office to remind me that it can always be worse
