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Itβs literally not my fault.
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Today's Document
icyghini twinkie
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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The Stonewall Inn
Misplaced Lens Cap
KIROKAZE
RMH
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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hello vonnie
todays bird
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EXPECTATIONS
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Rip to the coolest tumblr blog sadly they were a swiftie
Itβs literally not my fault.
hard cider was invented when someone decided to make beer that tastes good instead of bad
stupid fuckin post. People have been making beer since before they even knew how to write and you think that they donβt like the way it tastes?
damn all that time and it still tastes really bad. huge L tbh
does anybody know how to get out of bed. or be a better person
wow
The Odyssey but retold as a low-stakes modern adventure of one guy out with his girlfriend leaving the bar with his buddies to do just one (1) simple thing real quick, it'll take like 15 minutes tops, he'll be right back, but then some bullshit happens and the trip keeps getting more complicated as more bullshit keeps happening while he just tries to get back to the bar because he promised his girlfriend that he'd get back and he knows that she's still there because she told him she'd wait there.
And by the time he finally gets back it's almost 3 am and the bar is about to close while she's sitting there stone cold sober, surrounded by 5 drunk guys unsuccessfully trying to convince her to give up on waiting for him and go home with one of them instead. And the guy shows up to proceed to beat the shit out of them before explaining himself to her like hey sorry bullshit kept happening, my phone fell into a storm drain and my wallet got stolen when I was trying to find someone who'd borrow me a phone so I could call and
His girlfriend had been fending off the 5 drunk guys for most of the evening by explaining that even if she was going to ditch her boyfriend, she can't possibly leave without finishing her beer, which she is keeping perpetually full via careful sleight of hand where she's just pouring it back and forth into and out of the pitcher.
However the drunk guys are also drinking, and eventually she can't afford to buy another pitcher for the table so she can't keep up the ever-full beer glass trick. At this point she has to resort to setting up the pool trick shot that she's never seen anyone but her boyfriend pull off, and says she'll leave with whoever manages the shot first.
That buys her another hour or so and then, finally, her boyfriend makes it back. He looks like shit, hair down and just a mess, he's wearing an entirely different jacket that he got from an alley, and barely recognizableβespecially to 5 guys who've been drunk for hours now. He lurks for a minute, finds out what's going on, and proceeds to pull off the trick shot first try. Throws the jacket off, fixes his hair with a hair tie his girlfriend lends him, finally looks like himself again, and THEN beats the shit out of them with the pool cue.
yuh i was there, that's how it happened
I spent the last like 3 hours of my workday blowing kids brains with textile lessons it was so much fun. idk sometimes it escapes even me just how CRAZY AWESOME AND IMPORTANT fiber arts are to like, human history as a whole (literally the subject of the degree Iβll finish this year) and watching that realization happen with fresh eyes in kids is really cool
like. okay. the depth and complexity to which I did this with different age groups today varied pretty drastically, but all of them still seemed to have a really fun lightbulb moment of like βWOAH so everything is string???β like they just woke up in the matrix.
and for the most part all I did was give them each a small handful of wool and introduce them to carding tools, and teach them how to spin it into yarn with their hands. then wait a few minutes until some of them start proudly holding up their wonky yarns, and hand them a pick glass/magnifying tool.
then Iβd ask them to use that to look closely at the bottom of their tshirt, pants, the bean bags and chairs around them, etc. and they go βWOAH thatβs SO MUCH YARNβ and Iβm like yuppppppp thatβs why Miss Laci loves sewing so much π
I spent the last like 3 hours of my workday blowing kids brains with textile lessons it was so much fun. idk sometimes it escapes even me just how CRAZY AWESOME AND IMPORTANT fiber arts are to like, human history as a whole (literally the subject of the degree Iβll finish this year) and watching that realization happen with fresh eyes in kids is really cool
folklore | July 24, 2020
Memento Mori βCoffinβ ring in green enamel on hour-glass, 1715.
We were doing an activity where the kids got to make a playbill for a musical about themselves and all the other kids were like βcharacter list: mommy, daddy, me, my brother, my best friendβ βscenes: I get a puppy, first day of school, my baby sister is bornβ
But one little girl was like βoh, itβs a musical about ME you sayβ and the character list was all the other girls in the class cast as her body parts, and a story about how her body works.
βKaylee is nice so she will be the heart. Lily is my kidneys. Sapphire is the lungs.β
She surreptitiously showed me that the girl who kept taking the crayons she was using was cast specifically as βleft buttcheekβ and I had to pretend like that wasnβt the funniest thing Iβd ever seen.
happy birthday bullets. an album which is fundamentally about hanging out outside gas stations at night and getting your eyebrow pierced in a grocery store parking lot and bottom shelf liquor and pot smoke in your hair and cigarette holes on a mildewed couch and cigarette butts in the cup holder and making out with your best friend and fucking your enemy and thinking about killing your boss and your dead cellphone battery and your friend who knows a guy who knows a guy and red slashes through calendar dates and the rusted muscle car up on blocks at the end of the street and past due notices stacking up in the mailbox you donβt check. and also vampires
literally every time I get coffee I almost doxx myself bcs I just love my local place so much #MyMysteriousLocalCoffeeShop
trying a dirty chai again today (bcs I do love them) and HOPING my tummy doesnβt hurt later π
1 year: 3 tours
Post about increasingly niche stuff that nobody follows you for and barely has a tumblr presence NOW
That indie game no one else has played. That show from the 1980s that isn't big in the pop culture osmosis. Your deep dive into Tudor history. A liveblog of your experience learning C++. Your welding skills. Post all of it. This is your house
New York City ballet production of Midsummer Nights Dream
The fact this isn't a painting is a testament to one of the greatest feats of set design and production I've ever seen.
My god just look at this! The lighting, set design, photography... I've just never seen anything like it.
This is from 1966 and you can see over a hundred photos on the NYPL digital collections website. It is absolutely gorgeous. These are just a few of my favourites.
Plus Puck's face here:
yeah I know thatβs right