don't shave your legs this summer HOLD THE FUCKING LINE
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don't shave your legs this summer HOLD THE FUCKING LINE
Print of the heart attributed to Jan l'Admiral, 1700-1750.
i knew we shouldn't have come to the club on catharsis night. everyone is weeping and wailing as their negative feelings are cleansed through vicarious emotional experience and it's really bringing the mood down, which is simultaneously bringing the mood up. plus all the fake blood from that production of the agamemnon is making it too slippery to dance
imagine you have a coworker at the old spaghetti factory and then a year later they're a torchbearer at the olympics
#for being gay (via @elokitties)
and it's for being gay
Have you noticed that vibrating layer beneath everything yet or
[...] When I saw her face I decided I wanted to live. I decided to live forever just in case she ever woke up.
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Young Hoes Cook Everything on High: Effectivity, Speed, and The Value of Women's Time Outside of the Domestic Sphere
macguffin world. on INFINITE GOSSIP
Wood block color prints by gustave baumann
THE FIGHT AGAINST MEANING CONTINUES
supporting the shane as snoopy agenda
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he’s literally him if you care
truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
chavis mármol, "untitled destruction project," 2024, nine-ton quarry stone replica of colossal olmec head dropped on blue tesla model 3
ive just had an idea for an exciting new kind of terrorism