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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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They don’t save grease? I got jars of pork grease, chicken grease, Turkey grease, duck grease, deer grease, beef grease, squirrel grease, catfish grease. What do they do when they want to make gravy but whatever they just fried didn’t render enough grease or they baked or grilled it?
i know you arent even that far south but holy fuck are you southern.
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Sea inspired sculptures in Pembrokeshire,
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Photos & sculptures by @sculpttheworld from @oceans247
Not gonna lie, this made me laugh
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My level of anxiety.
Words of Wisdom with Alexis Rose
Illustration for HEDGEHOG’S HOME (1949) by Vilko Gliha Selan.
the communist man of pesto
【Blue in Spirited Away】
for @katsukes
HENRY CAVILL training for the Geralt vs Renfri fight scene
I don’t want to sound negative about this at all, but I think that you two really actually need to consider, um, the idea of, um… getting a life.
Life!!!!!!!!
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Rest stops on highways are liminal spaces where the veil is thin and nobody can tell me differently
Explain
The explanation is that liminal spaces are in between places that bridge Here with There, so in fairy tales we often have the Fairy Ring, the Forest Clearing, the Sudden Misty Foggy Forest, the Bridge, the River, graveyards, in some cases
We also have a ton of american urban mythology around famous roadways and sites off the sides of roads
Archetypes like these occur to mark the places in the world where the veil goes thin and humans can have extra-worldly experiences, out of the ordinary way of living
So why wouldn’t transient spaces like rest stops where everyone is just passing through from one place to the next, never stopping for too long, not be a liminal space where spirits frequent, too
Especially since nobody would know if they were real or not
Ok but this speaks to me
I always feel like something isn’t quite right at rest stops
I once slept though three gas stations on a road trip, and the second the car started to slow to turn into a rest stop, I was basically wide awake.
My mom and I were on I-90 in a blizzard once and pulled off at the first exit we could find. Turns out that if we’d gone even a mile further, we would have happened on a 49-and-counting car pileup, and that 90 was closed for MILES. How we found an unblocked ramp was a matter of great debate, but where this gets weirder still is that at the bottom of the ramp was a closed truck stop and an open church full of teenagers–they went for youth group, the blizzard started, and they were stuck until the snow stopped. They fed us leftovers from their potluck dinner, prayed with us for safe travel, and when the snow let up they saw us on our way.
Three days later–Sunday–we were traveling back and decided to stop at that church to thank them. We found it thanks to the truck stop, but this time it was the truck stop that was open and the church that was closed. Neither of us remembered it looking so decrepit on the trip down, and granted we saw it first at night in a snowstorm, but you’d think we’d have noticed the boarded-up windows. So we asked in at the truck stop.
The church had been abandoned for ten years. And yet I still had one of their youth group programs under my sun visor, very clearly labeled for the previous week.
To this day I’m sure we crossed dimensions somewhere on I-90, and that’s how we stayed safe. You could tell me it’s because the truck stop was a liminal space and I’d 100% believe you.
I don’t mind when this post goes around again because sometimes I get stories like this