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[bishounen-jump]

everybody here's my tiny crochet coelacanth <3

pattern!

[oncanvas]

Indecision, Ed Ruscha, 1982

Etching on paper 36.8 x 38.7 cm (14 ½ x 15 ¼ in.)

[pjackk]

Let me click u

[william-snekspeare]

This is so real

[pixellangel]

HOLD ON I HAVE A GIF FOR THIS

[pixellangel]

yes ive been waiting for my moment

[vyl3tpwny]

here's numel

[sodiumvaporss]

i do have to say that no matter how shitty any sort of media is or how shitty your own creations are. always remember

[thememedaddy]

[whosurisold]

I agree , practicing medicine without a medical Doctor license is unlawful

[kurulover]

I hate that when you’re stressed enough your body just starts falling apart. I think it should realize you’re already stressed and don’t need that and start functioning better actually

[kurulover]

[hungwy]

everyone has a deep hidden memory of glass cow with milk sloshing inside.

[hungwy]

^ you were born with this memory.

[mysillycomics]

what a catch!

[dykeferatu]

[dykeferatu]

[isuggestforcemasc]

>be me >see blog with based handle >shinigami eyes highlights in red >click on handle >read bio >"transmeds fuck off" every time.

[isuggestforcemasc]

[scarlettaagni]

so i think the solution is to give dachshunds a third pair of legs right in the middle

[woosh-floosh-art]

We need to bring Kurimanju to America, I think he would love our cuisine

[ouroborosorder]

at the JRPG cafe, and the drink sizes are sod, soda, and sodaga

[delinquentbookworm]

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.