Today's Document

Kiana Khansmith
ojovivo
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Jules of Nature

Kaledo Art

oozey mess
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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KIROKAZE
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Sade Olutola
dirt enthusiast
Misplaced Lens Cap
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YOU ARE THE REASON

Janaina Medeiros

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@cindyjane
Princess Mononoke (1997) dir. Hayao Miyazaki
jake peralta being a supportive friend / boyfriend / fiancé / husband (▰˘◡˘▰)
Same energy
The amount of privilege in this photo has embarrassed me to the point that I simply do not want to be a human being anymore.
Oh my fucking God learn to cut your own hair you entitled pricks.
“massage is essential” Not during a fucking pandemic, Karen.
This seems like a good time to share this.
“Let us get our teeth cleaned” what are you, a horse? You’ve got a toothbrush at home yeah? Please?
Note that not a one of these people has a sign that says “LET ME CUT SOMEONE’S HAIR” or “I NEED TO RENT OUT GOLF CARTS” or “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD ALL I WANT TO DO IS SCOOP ICE CREAM FOR PEOPLE.”
None of these people are demanding *their own* right to work. That’s telling.
Mood
Can you believe that there are people who live so close to the ocean that they can just think “hey, I should go to the ocean” and then they just do???
For those who can’t go to the ocean….
…I can bring an ocean to you.
thank you
One time, I had a dream that I was making peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, and most of them were the regular measurements in cups and stuff. But at the end of the recipe, instead of saying “2.5 cups of chocolate chips” it said “627 chocolate chips.”
So when I woke up, I made some peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. And instead of measuring out chocolate chips, I counted them (and suffered a lot of odd looks from my family for it).
Well, it turns out that 627 chocolate chips is the amount that the recipe called for (2.5 cups). Not only that, but 627 was the exact amount of chocolate chips that we had left in the house.
Forbidden knowledge was granted you that night
My friend: can I ask you for relationship advice?
Me: *prepares a wheel of fortune where the only two options are "communicate" and "break up"* yeah sure go ahead
you’re not selfish for wanting to be treated well
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A L L O F T H E S E
“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.” - Sylvia Plath
i took a philosophy class my first year at community college, and it was the funnest shit ever - prof gave us a powerpoint and told us to fight with him when we disagreed so we could have discussions, then gave us his steam username so we could play racing games together. one time, he told us this story about a prof he had in grad school - guy was tenured, and apparently a great teacher. but he had this time built into his schedule where other profs would be in labs, experimenting, doing research, where he stood in his empty classroom with a warm cup of tea and stared out the window. for these 1.5 hour schedule blocks. and the administration would come to him and be like “dude, we’re not paying you to stare out the window, why aren’t you working?” and he’d say, “i am working. i’m a philosopher, it’s my job to contemplate the world and life and that’s what I’m doing,” and they couldn’t do shit cause he was tenured. and then every handful of years he’d pop out a book that blew everybody’s tits off and they’d get a surge of new philosophy grads come to study with him and make the school a lot of money.
So yeah, i think that’s still what being a philosopher is like
“Snoopy, come home”, 1972.