hermeto pascoal, iporanga, 1985
It pisses me off that I'm spending all day doing whatever the fuck that it is that I do, instead of whatever the fuck this is. Re evaluating.
unrestrained summer fun
Misplaced Lens Cap
Today's Document

shark vs the universe

JVL

Kiana Khansmith
we're not kids anymore.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
YOU ARE THE REASON

if i look back, i am lost

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Stranger Things
Claire Keane
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macklin celebrini has autism

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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hermeto pascoal, iporanga, 1985
It pisses me off that I'm spending all day doing whatever the fuck that it is that I do, instead of whatever the fuck this is. Re evaluating.
unrestrained summer fun
break
down
// murderbot fanart
// comm
Sec-Unit/MurderBot and Mensah are so important to me. The trust and mutual affection between them is beautiful. MB has someone it can admire and rely on. Mensah doesn't have to mask around it. Two complex beings finding simplicity in each other. 🥰
@alainaiswriting on Instagram
I want a murderbot novella about a starlet on the entertainment feed who is being violently threatened by a coorperation for reasons. And suddenly a strange SecUnit appears and saves her. And it risks its own life and safety to keep her alive. And she's like "Why are you doing so much for me when I dont even know you?" And the SecUnit is like "You need to be alive to film the next season of World Hoppers for me and my friend."
wait I’m getting ideas
rereading eye of the bedlam bride for the first time is an EXPERIENCE because on one hand there's obvious bangers such as "you can't hold me accountable for everything i've ever said to a stripper" and the whole "captain enormous" bit. but on the other you have a god who lost his mind in the empty telling carl that the river in his mind goes too deep to be easily fixed and that they are the same. and on the other hand you learn about fifteen year old carl sitting in an interrogation room silently begging the cops to See Him. and on the other you have a crab that needs to be degraded so he can cum and this is genuinely important for winning a boss fight in another part of the city. and on the other you have foreshadowing to book 8 with donut choosing a colosseum called "the arena of the eulogist". and on the other you have the ai telling carl that the only cause it believes is worth fighting for is one about protecting one's own, not dying for a nameless government that doesn't care about your race's extinction
murderbot queueing up a bunch of kid shows and art is like ????? where is my world hoppers?? and murderbot just really quietly says "tula was sad i didnt know who Glibby Glob was and it dropped my performance reliability by eight percent" and art's like well can't have that i guess. hit play
In a future novel, I want to see SecUnit extract clients from a night club, with a vibe similar to the opening scene of Blade. Just MB in a trenchcoat in the corner, arms crossed, freaking it nothing-style.
your pride post was deeply inspiring
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Sometimes I don’t get jokes so I google things, so uhh is this true????
as a child i assumed that martha’s vineyard was a fancy private vineyard owned by martha stewart and the reason rich people vacationed there was because they were friends with martha
I literally have live in Connecticut my entire life, specifically coastal CT and thought this until I was in college.
That’s not what it is??
Elodie Antoine, (velvet mushroom sofa).
Squidward clocking out of the Krusty Krab and heading to the nearest gay after hours event
Come on, now, op. We all know squidward doesn’t go to the club.
He’s one of those “I’m not like other gays” gays who goes home to a bottle of wine and his obscure 50s vaudeville records, and then mopes because he can never find a boyfriend.
I love this website so much
Mutual administrative assistants and all that (feat. Portable ART)
I love you Martha Wells. I love you and your beef with privatized transit and whatever happened to you at Rainforest Cafe.
The reveal that secunit is writing its bitchy little diaries in real time while hanging out in three's consciousness was so funny to me 📝
remember when will graham bit that guys face