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If you donât have actual wings to escape Crete with your son, home-made is fine
No It Isnât
âIs the future going to be all girl?â âWe can only hope.â
(Probable) Timelady Squad (Missy excluded bc sheâs in the time-out corner for being murdery) - (do not repost)
your friendly (but tired) neighborhood Spiderman
An inchworm that makes an accordion noise when it moves
what do you all think of my son
iâm gonna make a movie where two normal ladies fall in love. everythingâs chill, no age gap, theyâre both out of the closet, their families love them, everythingâs fine. the catch is that one lady has a cat and the other lady never figured out what the catâs name was cause the Owner Lesbian ALWAYS uses a dumb nickname and now itâs been three years and theyâre getting married and itâs too late to just ask
i lov silly women. all my respect to dumbass wacky girls
With Thank U, Next at #1, Ariana extends her record as the only artist in history to debut all the lead singles from her first 5 albums in the top 10 of the Billboard Hot 100.
job opportunities for seals
1) fat
2) chubby
3) mother fukcing rotund babeyyy!!!!
This is the funniest email I have ever received from a professor
also most considerate
I think a big part of the reason I love cryptids is that theyâre literally the only subgenre of conspiracy theories where you can be reasonably assured it isnât secretly about hating Jews. Like, when people talk about aliens or lizard people or sinister banking cabals, at least 80% of the time when you look up the foundational literature itâs a bunch of Antisemitic rot and âlizard peopleâ is just a codephrase for âJewsâ, but there are very few neo-Fascist whackjobs out there claiming that Bigfoot is Jewish.
Like to bid Bigfoot âShalom!â
Reblog to prepare him a kosher meal
Of the infinite variety of tumblr
Tumblr just helped me get my daughterâs giant beanbag chair up 3 flights of stairs and I would like to talk about that for a moment because it seems to me to encapsulate something about what makes this platform valuable that isnât about the pr0n.
So, we bought this giant beanbag thing from an online company that makes them and I think itâs gonna be pretty boss. But itâs huge. Itâs nae so much a chair as a kind of giant beanbag oblong which can be shaped into whatever but also just be a kind of substitute couch or bed for flopping on. Itâs about 6 feet long but it only weighs about 20 pounds.Â
This is not the kind of thing you can have just left on the stoop of your condo building, and we donât have a doorman, so it was shipped to Mrs. Pâs office. I went to pick it up there today. It comes in a huge cardboard box about 4 feet tall and many feet around. Even giving it the most enthusiastic possible embrace, itâs impossible to really wrap your arms around it well enough to pick it up and carry it very far. We managed to shove it into the back of the car and I drove home, very carefully.
Mrs. P told me weâd ahve to wait till she got home to bring it up the stairs together. I got home and said hell with that, with this thing in the car I canât see out the back and I have errands to do. So I dragged it out of the car and thought, OK, how do I move this thing across the parking lot?
And then I remembered this tumblr post about a theory developed by anthropologists that the Easter Island statues had been âwalkedâ into their places by rocking them from side to side on their bases:
I realized I could do that with this box. I just walked it forward on its two front corners, swaying from side to side behind it in sync with it, and I got it to the door that way; and then I walked it most of the way up the stairs (sometimes I had to resort to other methods to get it round the turns).
I searched for the post because I wanted to link to it; and I found the video embedded in a âdid you knowâ factoid thing put out by a site that generates this stuff and then funnels it into tumblr through its account. But by the time this video got to me, there was a whole discussion on it about this theory, about the relationship between indigenous tradition and this theory, about the phenomenon of Western observers âdiscoveringâ knowledge which was not actually âlostâ but merely unavailable or incomprehensible to them because of their own thought and belief structures, and so on. You know how these things go. I would not have remembered that post in the original factoid form; but I remembered the conversation around it, because that was interesting to me.
I would never have gone looking for this information. It came across my dashboard because someone I followed reblogged it. They probably didnât go looking for it either. It got to me through a very long chain of people who had some shit to say about this and wanted to say it, linked for long stretches by people who had nothign to say about it but thought it was interesting. It got to me through a series of human interactions assisted, but not wholly driven, by technology.
With the consolidation of platforms in corporate hands, content is more and more curated for us, by humans or by algorithms, before it gets to us. Algorithms learn to give us more of what we are already looking for. They have a tendency to narrow our social media experience, to send us in a very intense journey down a fairly narrow rabbit hole. On tumblr, weird shit just floats across the transom all the time; and maybe 75% is just pretty or irrelevant/incomprehensible, but the other 25% will include shit you didnât know you needed, but now find awesome.Â
Anyway. Now we have a giant box in our living room, and I have to go clean PJâs room up so she can actually put the thing in there after she opens it.
My dash is pretty empty and I need more people to follow so reblog if
You can also hear the consistent, B-flat humming of the moon every night and you understand what itâs trying to convey.
You met an angel in the parking lot of Burger King who gave you a soda and a meaningful look before dissolving into flames.
You have distinct memories of watching The Video on the internet that you can determine, through the shared experiences of other, undoubtedly existed, yet not even a mention of it can be found anymore.
Bill Murray has appeared in your house, took all of the legs off of your chairs without saying a word or breaking eye contact, and left. Youâre not sure how he got in or out. All of your doors were locked.
You have reached the edges of the Program where you could see the earth dissolve into pixels and strings of binary, momentarily before They re-calibrated it and a simple street materialized in front of you.
You lie awake at night unable to sleep because your mind is full, wondering what horrors might exist in the vast jaws of space that your mind has not evolved to comprehending yet.
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You heard a conversation occurring in your house knowing you were the only person home. When you investigate your animals lock eyes with you, sitting still and scared like wide eyed statues until you leave.
You havenât found the heart to tell your mother that her boyfriend of 4 years is really just a sack of potatoes in a child sized tuxedo. She is happy for the first time in years, you think you will just keep it to yourself.
No one believes you about the small red cow that seems to live on your nightstand. The cow mocks you about this fact. That is the only thing the cow does. The nightstand emits a loud noise when you attempt to remove it.
Wherever you go you always here the faintest loop of 99 Red Balloons by Nena that seems to play in the distance. It never sounds any closer or farther, though some days it is in German.
Anyway this is all I can think of for now lol. If anything here applies to you Iâll probably give you a follow.
cute date idea: we go to a botanical garden. you point out a flower and i immediately eat it