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Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day
Love Begins
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Origami Around
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Kiana Khansmith
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Cosmic Funnies
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@enby-caelans
Ok everyone I finally got off my butt and published that pattern. You can get it from Ravelry here or if you don’t wanna use Ravelry for whatever reason you can get it here (the decryption key is px_P_CSEn-LcqnpQ5YAhCytDaIyGUWPXvLyfGTLjZLM, it’s in the url actually but some browsers remove it when you click on it for some reason). I tried to pack all the info I thought would be useful into the pattern but feel free to message me if you have questions. Happy knitting!
i achieved my wildest little creature dreams this weekend and turned my regular bed into a mossbed and it’s everything i’ve ever wanted in a snooze spot
Not fully achieved my bed into a Viny forest how I wanted but it’s getting there bits by bits
YOOOO YOURS IS REALLY COOL!!!
‘McDonald’s Filet-O-Fish w/Strawberry Shake & Fries’ by Noah Verrier (2022)
i like the strong use of yellow and the unusually long fries, as it resembles old paintings where it was basically a flex to use lots of yellow and paint unusually long orange peels because it was hard to get the yellow paint quite right
I like to imagine the artist left all that on the table to melt and congeal for days while it was painted
valentiger design I was gunna sell as an adoptable last year but changed my mind cuz I liked it :3
cami no. 7 is off the needles!! my first ever garment and I’m really happy with how it turned out! I ended up doing another cm after trying it on, and I still need to block it :) the stitch markers were placed where I changed skeins, I bought 4 (the yardage the pattern called for in my size) but only used 2 and a half ish skeins
Well, you know, some bathroom graffiti offers insight.
Red marker handwriting on a bathroom wall. Text reads:
“Boss made a dollar Granddad made a dime But that was a poem From a simpler time.
Boss made a thousand Gave pa a cent But that penny paid the mortgage Or at least it paid the rent
Now Boss makes a million And gives us jack Smugly blames the workers For the labor that he lacks.”
And the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls.
okay you know that scan/photo of a teen girl’s diary entry that goes like “wore yellow dress today. chris keeps trying to talk to me even though he KNOWS i’m not interested! ugh! man landed on moon.” anyway that’s the mood
THIS person is valid, as is their grandmother
Things like this are specifically why I’ve started keeping a paper journal this year.
“100th day of protests in Portland, we’re approaching 200k coronavirus deaths, things are very strange and the west is on fire. Tried my banana bread recipe with olive oil and less sugar, thought it was quite tasty but will stick with butter in the future.”
“Dad says he’s settling into the new house fine, the dogs are happy to have a nice yard. The president keeps saying he’s not going to commit to a peaceful exchange of power. But there’s evidence of possible life on Venus, which is nice.”
Frank Kafka’s Journals: August 2nd, 1914 - “Germany has declared war on Russia. Swimming in the afternoon.”
Goddamn. Okay
Did you have a kid in your neighborhood who always hid so good, nobody could find him? We did. After a while we would give up on him and go off, leaving him to rot wherever he was. Sooner or later he would show up, all mad because we didn't keep looking for him. And we would get mad back because he wasn't playing the game the way it was supposed to be played.
There's hiding and there's finding, we'd say. And he'd say it was hide-and-seek, not hide-and-give-UP, and we'd all yell about who made the rules and who cared about who, anyway, and how we wouldn't play with him anymore if he didn't get it straight and who needed him anyhow, and things like that. Hide-and-seek-and-yell. No matter what, though, the next time he would hide too good again. He's probably still hidden somewhere, for all I know.
As I write this, the neighborhood game goes on, and there is a kid under a pile of leaves in the yard just under my window. He has been there a long time now, and everybody else is found and they are about to give up on him over at the base. I considered going out to the base and telling them where he is hiding. And I thought about setting the leaves on fire to drive him out. Finally, I just yelled, "GET FOUND, KID!" out the window. And scared him so bad he probably wet his pants and started crying and ran home to tell his mother. It's real hard to know how to be helpful sometimes.
A man I know found out last year he had terminal cancer. He was a doctor. And knew about dying, and he didn't want to make his family and friends suffer through that with him. So he kept his secret. And died. Everybody said how brave he was to bear his suffering in silence and not tell everybody, and so on and so forth. But privately his family and friends said how angry they were that he didn't need them, didn't trust their strength. And it hurt that he didn't say good-bye.
He hid too well. Getting found would have kept him in the game. Hide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found. "I don't want anyone to know." "What will people think?" "I don't want to bother anyone."
Better than hide-and-seek, I like the game called Sardines. In Sardines the person who is It goes and hides, and everybody goes looking for him. When you find him, you get in with him and hide there with him. Pretty soon everybody is hiding together, all stacked in a small space like puppies in a pile. And pretty soon somebody giggles and somebody laughs and everybody gets found.
Medieval theologians even described God in hide-and-seek terms, calling him Deus Absconditus. But me, I think old God is a Sardine player. And will be found the same way everybody gets found in Sardines - by the sound of laughter of those heaped together at the end.
"Olly-olly-oxen-free." The kids out in the street are hollering the cry that says "Come on in, wherever you are. It's a new game." And so say I. To all those who have hid too good. Get found, kid! Olly-olly-oxen-free.
— Robert Fulghum, "All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten"
What a wild ride
me when i'm bundled up
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I swear to God I thought I was fucking hallucinating
Squint at this bitch↓↓↓↓↓
its an anime girl with a scarf?
You know that's not true
*gnc anime guy with a scarf
In case this isn't a bit i lowered the quality more
low quality gnc anime guy with a scarf
That's actually correct! You have won the quiz show! Would you like to claim your prize?
yes please, but first i would like to thank all of the people that believed in me and supported me through this journey, especially my 10 plushies.
Alright I have your reward! Are you ready?
Yes.
*bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you* *bites you*
hey! take me out to dinner first!
*bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically* *bites you platonically*
*adds a sprinkle of cornstarch to the plot and stirs*
#NOOOOO URE SUPPOSED TO MIX THE CORNSTARCH INTO A SLURRY BEFORE ADDING IT TO UR SOUP ITLL CLUMP IN HOT WATER
NOOO THE PLOT CLUMPENS
"tell me what these squigglie lines mean! transcribe these runes!" "which of these pictures has a bus" every day on the internet i am forced to interact with captchas and im SICK of it
Cranky cause you're a robot huh?
one day you’ll decompose and ill be there to watch it happen
You can't even understand the squigglie lines. What makes you think you could process my decomposition in a meaningful way?
can you?
I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream
Short story by Harlan Ellison
quiet but for the neon hum, 2022, handwoven by alexandra jean auger in los angeles, california
15” x 19.5”, wool and acrylic yarns on cotton warp
flower shhhh they’re sleeping
i’ve watched this like 8 times in a row
Me and my dog post-apocalypse after we find a broken crate of canned peaches washed up on the beach
I want this video to be sent up into space on a Golden Record. nothing else but this video. truly thing it embodies the exuberance of the human spirit and also how funny would it be for aliens to try to figure out wtf is going on here
i am so excited abt this sweater
