Acquired Stardust
i don't do bad sauce passes
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Keni
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Mike Driver
almost home
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Not today Justin

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DEAR READER
Jules of Nature
todays bird

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Show & Tell

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cherry valley forever
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@fancyskink
i hate when apps know that i’m screenshotting something. when i screenshot something, that’s me acting outside your realm of understanding, app. i am beyond what you consider the observable universe. you’re not supposed to perceive me. we don’t know when god screenshots the earth. we don’t know when he’s like, “okay i’m just gonna take a pic in case i ever want to add dinosaurs back to something later and don’t remember how.” and if we did, we wouldn’t act all smug about it like, “hey, you wanna share that post? you could just click here to share it.” no, man. you didn’t catch me. i screenshotted this for my own reasons. what’s next? i can’t take a photo of my computer screen with my phone out of laziness without being shamed by the printer i don’t own?
(remembers) -1 hp (remembers) -1 hp (remembers) -1 hp (remember-
that’s his little guy!!
Would Janeway drink and enjoy iced coffee?
Yes
No
how am I supposed to go to the supermarket without cavalry support
This is why we can never let local news die. Commitment to the bit as an art form must survive
i am banned from eating my herring inside. they make me eat it on the smoking area by the loading dock, under the theory that it already smells bad there. but it was raining today which was preventing my breakfast, so i was feeling sad and hungry and then i realized that there was a large cardboard box in the dumpster from a previous delivery. like a fridge sized box. so i fished it out of the dumpster, then tipped it on its side and had a nice little cardboard cave to watch the rain and eat my fish in. which was a great experience. very soothing. very zen. at least until the security guard from the day before stepped outside to smoke. then i tried hiding from him by crawling deeper in the box, which unfortunately did not work. instead he saw a sort of damp sniveling pale hairless creature eating fish in a box, and delivered the verbal killshot of "good morning, mr. smeagol." which is how my day was ruined before 8 am.
its gonna be ok you dumb piece of shit
unironically when i’m sick i just chant this shit in my head until it’s over
let's all get into happy healthy long-lasting relationships with people that we are comfortable to be ourselves with
banksy is so funny how do you gentrify vandalism
Hey what the fuck
shoutout to all the real graffiti fans scouring the prestigious auction houses in tears because they’re the only places on earth where graffiti exists
These people need to be shot how do you secure to right to something on a fucking brick wall
Caught this while staying in Amsterdam a month ago. Photos taken one day apart - the graffiti got painted over, but the Banksy was painstakingly maintained. The joke writes itself.
SINNERS is coming to Universal Studios Halloween Horror Nights🎃
Head to Club Juke as the Smokestack Twins fend off bloodthirsty vampires in this haunted house based on the award-winning film. Tickets are now on sale!
Squidward's whole deal is that he was a scion of Old Money who got really into Marxism in college and decided he couldn't live with himself as a beneficiary of the Bourgeoisie. He cut ties with his parents and went to live as a proletariat for a few years to better his music.
Of course, what was supposed to be a short term service industry job before he lived for his art has bloomed into just being his life, and life as a poor artist is never as romantic as one imagines. While the cost of living of Bikini Bottom is low enough that even a frycook can be a homeowner, it's not quite so low that he can afford the luxuries he was used to growing up.
His view of the Working Class as the downtrodden masses were rather tattered by years of living between SpongeBob and Patrick, who were not so much temporarily oppressed intellectuals as they were, well, SpongeBob and Patrick.
Still, through thick and thin he's never gone back on his decision to leave the money behind. The great irony is that he is ignorant of his greatest achievement—his superiority to Squilliam isn't turning a bunch of randos into a functioning Marching Band or turning a burger joint into a fine dining establishment, it's having the strength of character to look at all the advantages Squilliam had and choose to leave it behind.
He will never be a master Clarinet player, but he will always have that