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Stranger Things
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Cosmic Funnies
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@derorii
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holy fuck man, whenever I need to bust a gut this always hits so hard. Holy shit.
This video shows that delivery of the joke is far more important than the joke itself.
“What is a skeleton’s favorite snack? RIBS!”
By itself a good joke, but the skeleton prop, the dumb voice and the acting makes this truly epic.
I can't wait until I can make cookies and pies again
Lets stay in touch i would like to link up with our connections on the subject when its all said and done
Lucia Dovičáková — Dreaming About Death on Pink Sofa (oil, canvas, 2022)
Yaaaawn! Call me when they're covered in blood and having gay sex
wha t if oregon trail was called wagon age: oregons
This made me so angry the first time I saw it I’m reblogging it again.
happy 10 years to wagon age oregons
give me booboo wheel... i must have booboo wheel i simply must!
step one: replace entire personality with open, festering wound
step two: contort absolutely all stimuli in my environment to relate to the my wound in some manner, ideally one which justifies random acts of unbridled aggression and vengeance
step three: marry a girl with generational wealth
Fuck small talk. Let’s talk about how your day was, the weather, or the big game last night.
why is Adderall a controlled substance if you can buy alcohol and cigarettes. why is anything
its not controlled when im around
neither are you it seems...
my echo chamber is so awesome they get me like no one else does
your echo chamber is so awesome they get you like no one else does
why is Adderall a controlled substance if you can buy alcohol and cigarettes. why is anything
its not controlled when im around
neither are you it seems...
Pencil studies of an Amphileptus ciliate, who I watched ambush and swallow up a little Synchaeta rotifer into its cell and felt humbly reminded that multicellular animals are not necessarily above single-celled organisms in the food chain.
experimenting and such
The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it's not "for her," but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they're enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato's cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, harkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrite. Here was the real thing, in all its animalistic passion. But she still couldn't immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn't do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag, the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn't last, which made them cherish each other's touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.
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