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And stay safe everyone!
Sorry, Millennials, but recent paleontologist findings and hyolaryngeal apparatus reconstructions no longer support the hypothesis that "rawr" means "I love you" in dinosaur.
I made you a bibliography but I eated it :(
secret main story scene where luke tells the rest of the nxx team about his condition (trans bi luke is just my headcanon)
based on this tweet
happy pride month
shirahama's hatching process
It may not be that deep, but I have a shovel and I will make it as deep as I want.
High key what House of Leaves is meta about
I know not what House of Leaves is but I wholeheartedly trust your comparison and I shall take it as fact!
House of Leaves is a book about a man trying to explore the inside of his new home, which proves substantially more difficult than should be possible, due to its non-Euclidean dimensions.
Except that House of Leaves is actually about a documentary about a man trying to explore the inside of his new home, which proves impossible to document properly, due to its non-Euclidean dimensions.
Except that House of Leaves is actually about an academic paper, which itself is about an alleged documentary about an alleged non-Euclidean home, but none of this can be verified.
Except that House of Leaves is just, like, this fucking stack of papers I found in this old dead guyâs apartment, and, like, I donât even know if its his or what because like both his eyes were gone and he didnât have any degrees or anything. I tried asking my friend from the tattoo shop about it but she was fixing up this thumper tattoo right above a girlâs pussy the whole time we were talking; like Thumper from Bambi, and Iâm not gonna lie man I was pretty distracted and I just couldnât [XXXXS XXXX XXXX. XXXX XXXX XXX X XXX XX XXXXXXX XXXXXX XX XXXX XX XXXXXX XXXX XXX]^*
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* Editorâs Note: House of Leaves is a metatextual examination of the ability for a minor inconsistency in measurement, which might have been ignored by a normal person, to cause an all-consuming obsession spiral in the sort of person who is academically trained, obsessed with documentation, or overtly pedantic, and-
âJohnny, please, Iâm your Mother; I know I have a lot to apologize for but I canât, not unless you return my letters; are you even getting my letters? I send one every week you know, but I think that nurse keeps them from you, keeps you from getting my letters, because I know, I know my sweet Johnny would never leave his poor old mother rotting away by herself in this horrible drafty ward if he was getting his motherâs letters, would you, sweet boy? I know sheâs stealing my letters from you, sheâs always touching my things, even though they havenât moved I know sheâs touching them I know she keeps you from me I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know [thereâs a limit to what you can know. Some folks bump up against that limit and bounce right off and keep swimming, and some folks, well. Some folks SPLAT]I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know [they just gotta keep digging away at it. Even when itâs not that deep, they just⌠grab a shovel and keep digging. Lord knows what motivates them. A kind of Madness I suppose. Some folks find GOD in that madness. Not much of a believer myself]I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know
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I know youâll visit me for Motherâs Day, wonât you?
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*Editorâs Note: he did not
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My first copy was picked up off a vacant seat on a bus in Venice; an absolute Found Object. It had a substantial red stain of dubious origin. It had only just been published and I had absolutely priming or preparation for what I opened. I had a tenuous grasp on reality at the time, and the book and its contents, uh, didnât help. I struggled for some time to locate factual evidence of the House.
Anyway yea highly recommend actually experiencing it as a physical object. Youâre not getting the full experience without a physical copy. You, uh, donât have to do it my way, library is fine.
Reminder to self: A file folder of outlines and character notes and half-written scenes is the equivalent of an artistâs sketchbook and holds just as much value to the creative process.
If a framed canvas isnât the only worthwhile expression of visual art, then a fully edited and polished piece of significant length is not the only worthwhile expression of writing.
she is going home to make soup. (via)
Reblog for soup girl
REBLOG FOR SOUP GIRLâźď¸
not to be a joyless hag but I've started seeing genderbent "yuri" shipping Markiplier and Ryan Gosling and I can't help but think of someone I recently I unfollowed for posting that they have an easier time caring about genderbent versions of boy characters than regular fictional women
and I'm also building some connections to that post I made about reading books by Black women (you know the one) and the people who would respond by saying something akin to "joke's on you, I only read fanfic đ" as if that were some kind of clever loophole and not a demonstration of the exact thing I was talking about
like yes fandom is about fun or whatever but idk man at what point has your desire for no thoughts head empty uncritical consumption left you splashing around in something that's been blended down to an indistinguishable goo for the sake of avoiding anything remotely challenging. with the thing that's "challenging" here being. you know. giving a shit about women and Black people and like frankly anyone but your shippable white men (and honorary Markiplier).
don't make me tap the five year old teen vogue article, etc
All experiences of escapism are not created equally.
an old con gag that will always be funny is someone cosplaying spy from tf2 in a group of people and they've got a different cosplay taped to their face to blend in
you donât realize how important lunch is until youâre wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then itâs 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.
lot of people commenting on this post like "who eats lunch at 4pm that's a terrible time to eat lunch" yes. that is the point. 4pm lunch is inadvisable. 4pm lunch is not the ideal. 4pm lunch makes the mind demons real.
I know everybodys talking about the article but its this tweet itself that makes me lose my shit
tinder link in bio.
the replies:
*tapes scissors to my dick* why wonât anyone fuck me, edward scissordick?
Iâm sobbing
I love going trough the notes every time bc thereâs always someone in the notes insisting weâre all mean and that you can just wear thick dish gloves over your fake nails as if I wouldnât assume youâre going to Patrick Bateman my ass if you walked into the bedroom with claws and yellow rubber gloves
her pussy
OUTTA MY WAY IM BOUT TO GE- ouchie. Ouch. Ouchie.
get back here and share that with the class
sex with a guy who wants to hunt you for sport for 6-12 hours immediately beforehand
sex with a guy who gave you a big head start and mocks you about it after heâs caught you anyway
sex with a guy who wants to watch your brain kick down a few notches when he pins you down like youâre a prey animal that knows itâs done running
Local restaurant having trouble with whores apparently.
i always get so many compliments on my blue eyes :)
why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable
Broken notes⌠deactivated account⌠removed imageâŚ.
Finally, we have them all.
In addition: OPâs name is just⌠gone. No â[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]â as is the standard for deactivated blogs.
Just the world âdeactivated.â Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.
Itâll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.
It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.
this is not a place of honor
Oh hey post of Ozymandius, good to see you again standing on your feet in a desert where no one remembers you
Let the path of this post continue.