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(he/him) 21 — Icon by Carly Mazur i like magic the gathering and weird music

[dabudder]

editing my pinned post because i want to keep all the tags on it (for organizational purposes) but i feel as though I have outgrown the original message

[wintercorrybriea2]

[your-local-granny]

meet cute at the japanifornia in n out

(inspired by this post)

[charl0ttan]

going for a proto-walk

[dugaodna]

going for an avantgarde speculative walk which subverts the genre

[scrunghole]

doing a walk-like

[flowerbleedme]

incorporating walk elements into my run while still retaining its original classic feel

[eradacted]

It may not be that deep, but I have a shovel and I will make it as deep as I want.

[asteroidtroglodyte]

High key what House of Leaves is meta about

[eradacted]

I know not what House of Leaves is but I wholeheartedly trust your comparison and I shall take it as fact!

[asteroidtroglodyte]

House of Leaves is a book about a man trying to explore the inside of his new home, which proves substantially more difficult than should be possible, due to its non-Euclidean dimensions.

Except that House of Leaves is actually about a documentary about a man trying to explore the inside of his new home, which proves impossible to document properly, due to its non-Euclidean dimensions.

Except that House of Leaves is actually about an academic paper, which itself is about an alleged documentary about an alleged non-Euclidean home, but none of this can be verified.

Except that House of Leaves is just, like, this fucking stack of papers I found in this old dead guy’s apartment, and, like, I don’t even know if its his or what because like both his eyes were gone and he didn’t have any degrees or anything. I tried asking my friend from the tattoo shop about it but she was fixing up this thumper tattoo right above a girl’s pussy the whole time we were talking; like Thumper from Bambi, and I’m not gonna lie man I was pretty distracted and I just couldn’t [XXXXS XXXX XXXX. XXXX XXXX XXX X XXX XX XXXXXXX XXXXXX XX XXXX XX XXXXXX XXXX XXX]^*

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* Editor’s Note: House of Leaves is a metatextual examination of the ability for a minor inconsistency in measurement, which might have been ignored by a normal person, to cause an all-consuming obsession spiral in the sort of person who is academically trained, obsessed with documentation, or overtly pedantic, and-

“Johnny, please, I’m your Mother; I know I have a lot to apologize for but I can’t, not unless you return my letters; are you even getting my letters? I send one every week you know, but I think that nurse keeps them from you, keeps you from getting my letters, because I know, I know my sweet Johnny would never leave his poor old mother rotting away by herself in this horrible drafty ward if he was getting his mother’s letters, would you, sweet boy? I know she’s stealing my letters from you, she’s always touching my things, even though they haven’t moved I know she’s touching them I know she keeps you from me I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know [there’s a limit to what you can know. Some folks bump up against that limit and bounce right off and keep swimming, and some folks, well. Some folks SPLAT]I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know [they just gotta keep digging away at it. Even when it’s not that deep, they just… grab a shovel and keep digging. Lord knows what motivates them. A kind of Madness I suppose. Some folks find GOD in that madness. Not much of a believer myself]I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know

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I know

I know you’ll visit me for Mother’s Day, won’t you?

🧿

*Editor’s Note: he did not

[thisislifebutthisisntliving]

This is my favorite tumblr post of all time

[official-house-posts]

Official House Post

[hypno-egos]

Will Navidson: Ah gee wilikers gang, looks like we’re gonna have to split up an look for clues to figure out what’s up with the ooky kooky topsy turby crazy noisy bizarre house

Zampanó:Navidson’s usage of his .33 millimeter Nikon in this particular scene is reminiscent of the 1920’s German expressionist film, “The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari”; a film born out of a post World War One Germany. The film itself is a reflection of the country’s fear at the time. A fear of an uncertain future and an enemy lurking from within. Many parallels can be drawn between Robert Wiene’s horror film and The Navidson Records from the dark claustrophobic set design to the harsh lighting and shadows being used to symbolize-

Traunt: I met a woman behind the waffle house on Santa Monica. She was smoking something, I’m not sure what, all I know is that it wasn’t my fat fucking hog. At some point, she introduced herself, but it wasn’t long until she had me kneeling on the greasy bathroom floor, playing the slippery harmonica in 5/4 time. Her neon hair shimmering like the aurora above an Alaskan cargo ship. The smell of her tuna taking me back to those long harsh nights watching the captain drink himself into deeper and deeper entropy.

“By the way, I brought an entire copy of Zampanós email exchanges.”

She moaned in ecstasy while showering our naked bodies in poorly printed stationary.

[crazycometspecular]

They’re brainstorming

Now close the door

[charl0ttan]

u dont have to be pretty if youre funny and you dont have to be funny if ur kind and but u have to be kind.

[neenarchive]

they're hiring me at the extra virgin olive oil factory as the oathsworn knight who protects the chastity of the olives

[infectiouspiss]

(guy who has forgotten the words "public domain"") mikey mouse is free use

[septakeycard]

if you're still taking drawing requests it would be nice to see terezi! maybe hanging out with someone of your choice? i really love ur art btw!!!

Ur a lucky duckling i just finished drawing this

[geekandmisandry]

I was thinking about how I have grown to value mandatory voting over a system that allows allegedly more freedom. Because in country, mandatory voting means I just have to send in a ballot. It can be empty or filled with the write in ballot "pickle farts" if I want.

If I go to the voting station all I have to do is get my name checked off. I don't have to vote if I don't want to.

But it means it is much more difficult for the government to try and suppress voters. Because voters have a legal obligation to go to the polls, so you can't restrict them or try tactics to dissuade them.

Voting polls are open long hours with access to food and water being a fairly standard staple. You don't need any form of ID, you have to be given time to go vote in work hours without penalty if you cannot do it after work hours.

Every now and then a politician tries some small way of voter suppression but it isn't as easy. And so I have learned to appreciate it.

But when I googled, out of curiosity, if the USA had ever had anything like that I was met with a barrage of websites talking about freedom and justice and the absolute liberty of Americans. I thought an eagle was going to bust out of the screen.

Going through some of these I noticed they were think tanks connected to billionaires, one of them was funded and created by the Koch brothers.

Gotta love how often the American "freedom" is actually used as a way to further deny actual freedoms, both linguistically and politically.

[kaylmao]

the public transportation pervert gets off at every stop

[slygirlboy]

hey dude, you should try the hot new drug. its called line of cum

[slygirlboy]

you have to boof it dude

[fairycosmos]

what’s the big deal about being avoidant. like ohhhh im dodging the bullet quick everyone lets mock the bullet dodger

[salamispots]

do you think Link's used the master sword to chop up veggies

[robertfagden]

duuude is that a losing dog? *gets out my wallet*