Nick Barlow, Clusterfuck/Keep It Together, 2022
Oil on mountboard, 81 X 81 cm
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Nick Barlow, Clusterfuck/Keep It Together, 2022
Oil on mountboard, 81 X 81 cm
Babe, are you okay? You reblogged Nick Barlow’s Clusterfuck/Keep It Together again
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truly few things instantly put me in a bad mood more than humidity
WHY is the fucking AIR out here TOUCHING ME
get OFF
little me was so confused & annoyed when i found out that bears do not come in small, domestic sizes. my favorite plushie was a teddy bear; i planned to own a pet bear when i grew up. i assumed bears would come in a range of sized, like dogs. ideally mine would be about the size of winnie the pooh/a small child. they would be heavy but still capable of sitting on my lap while i rubbed their belly. they would have a little playground set in the backyard. we would go for walks in the forest and have picnics. i had solid reasonings:
1) my stuffed animals were mostly dogs and cats and bears, implying that bears were a future pet option
2) bears were more human shaped than dogs or cats so naturally they were both capable of both domesticity and humanlike behavior. i envisioned it like having a short lil buddy with the intelligence of a small child. a little pal i could cuddle with who would hang out with me at the beach on weekends. we would go on a road trip together. we would have tea parties together, which would be cute bc bears don't drink tea or have the dexterity to sip from a teacup, but they are smart enough to be taught to hold a (very very sturdy) cup between their paws and pretend. i was going to wear straw hats and we would sit in the garden, my little pet bear and me. these were concrete plans i had and yet i must live here in this petty thieving devastation of a reality, where tiny bears do not frolick and lick jam off my fingers.
i usually possess great love and concern for the world and the people in it. usually my worldview is that I want people to be healthy and happy and treated with great tenderness. usually i think there is nothing more important than making the world a better place for the humans and creatures in it. none of this applies when my stomach hurts tho. atm i have a tummy ache and im fantasizing about pushing u into traffic
It's that time of year again. Happy Pride, Mr. Rollins.
*sniffing you with my antennae* hm. i do not think you are a leafs
used to live in a college town that was huge on sports. 80% of small talk was sportsball and so i developed an Evil Habit: whenever the conversation inevitably turned to the upcoming Big Game i would act excited and then confused. I would earnestly insist they had the details wrong. "the game next Saturday? don't you mean the Thursday after? playing against the [predator species]? no we're playing against the [other predator species]." And so on. i would draw this argument out for as long as feasibly possible, until eventually someone would pull out their phone to prove to me my wrongness. At which point I would squint exaggeratedly at the screen, slap my forehead in an eureka moment, and exclaim "oh you meant the MEN'S team!!! are they doing a game? that's nice."
HATE when u can feel ur intestines writhing. cease your wriggling insolent belly worm
WHEN do you ever feel that
the worms yearn for escape
The worms are telling you to go see a doctor...
@entities-of-posts the corruption/flesh?
After my hysto, I was in *intense* abdominal pain that didn't feel like wound pain from the ablation but something different that I couldn't explain, until the gynecologist told me "yep, that'd be your intestines rearranging themselves into the gap left behind by your uterus."
So there's a mental picture for you. Slither slither. Slither slither.
awwww, they were exploring their new enclosure 😍😍😍
legend tells of a mysterious being called “nuance” that allows multiple things to be true at the same time. some say you can still hear its voice whispering in the trees
hate it when you see something in media that has great kink potential so you skedoodle post-haste to ao3 only to discover there's none fic left beef and then you have to sit there going oh I see I'M the pervert weirdo I'M the problem with society and everyone else in the world is going to heaven with a hundred innocence dollars preloaded onto their ole fashioned wholesome funtimes themepark fast pass card like fuckin oath man
why is there an upgrade button on gmail. why does twitter want me to scan my palm to get into my account. why is google a chatbot. why does the transit app make a transit app wrapped for me. why does youtube keep shoving its infinitely scrollable shortform content down my throat. why do free trials want my credit card number. why are most scholarship websites just data brokers. how do i make capitalone stop sending me mail. why is my school making its own special chat gpt powered chatbot. why is every third video on instagram an undisclosed ad. why is nothing online real anymore. why is everything so FUCKING STUPID
its crazy that megan thee stallion is not considered a queer artist by some people. the woman is not shy about the fact that she finds women attractive and likes having sex with them. she references it pretty frequently in her music, she made a whole song about enjoying having threesomes with a woman and a man, she made a Jennifer's Body-themed music video, she had Victoria Monét full riding her thigh on stage at a coachella, and there's literally a video of a lesbian interviewing glorilla at a party & asking who she would date if she was queer and her immediate response is "megan. megan like girls!" and then megan turns around and immediately starts flirting with the interviewer. i don't know what more you want. that woman is Bi Sexual and we should all be thankful every day for that. bi women are still bi when they wanna fuck men too you know. the fucking of men is also done bisexually.
people are out here conspiracy theorizing about taylor swift being a secret queer icon meanwhile megan is out here with ballroom culture, description of gay selfcest, and referencing a specific black sapphic identity
also we can officially say that that megan self-identifies as "a free agent on the ladies side." & after she said she was a ''free agent'' there are STILL articles being "people are speculating but she hasnt confirmed it." she literally. said. she was interested in women and wanted a girlfriend. what more confirmation is needed.
also see this moment she had with yung miami (in an interview where they are just. openly intensely flirting with each other literally the entire time) where megan tells yung miami she'd top her and yung miami says she'd bottom for her. megan explicitly talks about having had sex with women and how much she enjoys it. megan thee stallion is bi as the day as long & if these women were white, if this was chappell roan and reneé rapp, this would have been considered a Major Sapphic Pop Culture Moment.
for my fellow psychotics who struggle with thinking someone is in their house, a method I’ve found that really works are these guys:
i put them on my front door and anytime it opens they ring. that way if i think someone has broken in or i see someone who isn’t there i can think back to if the bells have rung, and if they haven’t i can assure myself it’s not real. obviously it’s not fool proof, like if you are prone to auditory hallucinations, but it has really helped me calm down in time to avoid major psychotic breaks. it’s a real lifesaver
nonpsychotics encouraged to rb