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feldfrog

The Dow Jones moved on the Z-axis for the first time recently.

“It’s coming right at us!!”

hyumjim

Starting a collection

hyumjim

existential-celestial

George Sand (Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin) in her letter to Gustave Flaubert dated 27 June 1870, featured in The George Sand-Gustave Flaubert letters

hashbrownswift

her yeehaw is always lurking just below the surface waiting to jump out and i love that for us

hotvampireadjacent

https://twitter.com/birdtickler/status/1552657242909904897?s=21&t=q4JEDIALmV-cAjcoEOypdw

littlemisspipebomb

ok so I looked it up, and it turns out they made a track out of PVC pipes, down a hill. The owner didn't realise PVC expanded in the heat, so on a turn the track just fell apart and the dude inside went over a fucking free way and into a swamp.

aspiringwarriorlibrarian

The funniest part is that the inspector was watching the whole time, and once the ball stopped he left without saying anything. Park management just shut it down then and there.

baronfulmen

"The ball cleared a small hill, briefly going airborne, then zipped right across Route 94, the two-lane road splitting the park. Cars honked and slammed on their brakes. If there had been opposing traffic, Frank would have become part of a real-life game of Pong, volleying from one bumper to another.

Still in pursuit, we followed the ball toward a small lake in Motor World that had been earmarked for a fleet of tiny bumper boats for children. The area wasn’t open yet, but the empty boats were being tested and floated on the surface. The ball soared over the grass and smashed into several of them, scattering the others with rippling waves from the impact, which launched some of the boats several feet in the air.

Charlie and Ken waded into the water looking for the hatch. After some difficulty, they got it open. Charlie pulled Frank out by grabbing him under his armpits like a baby. Frank crawled up the bank, coughing and sputtering. He splayed across the grass as we all stared at the ball, which bobbed in the water like it was attached to a fishing lure.

We did not ask for the inspector’s report, nor did we ever hear of one being filed. Ken Bailey returned to Canada. The snow-makers cleared away the PVC. Told to dispose of the Bailey Ball, they rolled it into the woods, where it remained for many years."

I don't know that this beats the teeth story, but it's pretty great.

couldseethebestinme

the old Taylor CAN come to the phone right now 🤠

maryoliveoil

TAYLOR SWIFT "I Knew It, I Knew You"

girltalk

June will be filled with joy.

June will be filled with love.

June will be filled with trust.

June will be filled with peace.

June will be filled with clarity.

June will be filled with miracles.

June will be filled with blessings.

schuylerpeck

recently revisited one of my favorite places in the world after fifteen years away. ❤️ I’d like to believe the lakes, the mountains or canyons, the deserts, the oceans we love and have built long friendships with, can feel us come back to them too. (& maybe, if I dare to imagine, with the same excitement. a long-awaited reunion on both sides.)

schuylerpeck / instagram: hiitssky

kuttithevangu

The other day a neighbor asked if this toy has a name and I didn’t want to admit that my mother calls it “his carcass”

llovinghome

impowderblue

this swiftie shit really is forever. i'm hand-hearting to i knew it i knew you

your-perfectcrime

“I knew you, through the daze of the blades of the grass in the summer, parachutes for the free fall of being younger” is an insane first three line run

schuylerpeck

being online is becoming.. such a drag. this used to be fun! this used to be so much easier for communities to build! to find art you like! I feel like I open my dumb little screen to write something or find inspiration and immediately enter an espionage scene with a room full of real red lasers in trying to avoid any contact with AI and ads and some horrible news headline and oh! some idiot is trying to convince me nazism had some points, though! and I scroll so quick around this shit and still get so laser-burnt up because my joints and dextrous spy flips and knee bending aren't what they used to be. every screen loves to serve me garbage. it's such a bummer! I open this dumb window to places I used to enjoy spending time on and now feel so gross!! I feel like I'm reaching back for something that is only an echo of what it was! where do we go from here!!