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bonkers

#14 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

girlmostlikely

I believe in the healing prospects of a 7pm iced coffee

#text #funny #relatable

academicssay

#black #black and white #tweet #funny

iguanid

untitled by antipodeuse on Flickr.

stantler

Black Friday is such a joke nowadays. “Don’t miss out on 30% off” don’t piss me the fuck off. People used to hit each other over the head for a microwave that’s how low the prices were. People literally died. We used to be a country

#text #funny

petalier

@WeHeartIt /entry/112959137

#cat #cute

someguyiguess-deactivated202511

i love you USPS I love you NASA i love you taxpayer funded services that actually contribute positively to society i love you libraries i love you public transport

someguyiguess-deactivated202511

#text #funny

out-andabout

tumblr . out-andabout

batrachised

on one hand I get why people talk about the vanity of the instagram age, but on the other one time St. Ignatius of Loyola got his leg shattered in battle and discovered upon recovery that he could no longer wear his favorite tight leather boots due to the way his leg had set and so decided to rebreak his leg without anesthesia because he was that determined to wear his fashionable boots again...what i'm trying to say is that this man might have existed before instagram, but at heart he was an influencer

batrachised

an egregious oversight on my part: he ended up getting extremely ill for obvious reasons and was given a 50% chance of surviving the night, survived the night and was stuck in bed for ten months of recovery, was bored out of his mind, asked for courtly romances about dashing knights rescuing ladies so he could daydream about that #knightlife (yes, this was his explicit reason), got books on the life of Christ and the saints instead because they were all his sister could find, decided to daydream about doing saintly heroic things instead because those were the books he had although he still dabbled in the occasional rescue-my-hot-imaginary-soulmate-from-danger daydream, and, as you may have guessed, since he was not a man who did things halfway, ended up convincing himself that he needed to become a saint and so by the time he'd recovered, he had rejected all finery, left his castle on a mule, gave his clothes to the poor and wore a potato sack instead, upon which he proceeded to start one of the most famous and influential religious orders in world history.

Long story short: some peasant got those sweetass tight-fitting leather boots.