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OLIVIA RODRIGO stupid song
one of my classic texts, from the archives
Please start that project you're thinking about. Post it anywhere you can. Let people see the art you can bring to the world. Please, I want to see it. Just type that first word. I believe in you!
The Night Whispers
As it is Passover again, it is time for the annual debate as to whether the frog plague, which thanks to a quirk in the Hebrew, is written as a plague of frog, singular, rather than the plural, plague of frogs, was in fact, as generally imagined, a plague of many frogs, or instead a singular giant Kaiju frog. This is an ancient and venerable argument that actually goes back to the Talmud because this is what the Jewish people are. If we can't argue for fun about this sort of thing, what are we even doing.
In that spirit, I would like to submit a third possibility, which is that in fact it was one perfectly normal sized frog, who was absolutely acing Untitled Frog Game: Ancient Egypt Edition. One particularly obnoxious frog, who through sheer hard work, managed to plague all of Egypt.
Pens of 2025
Mattias Adolfsson
THE PITT 2.08: 2:00 P.M.
she really said "I'm just that good"
The absolute WORST part of writing a fic is at the end where they've made up/kissed/admitted their feelings but you still have to write a handful of satisfying paragraphs of denouement instead of just throwing down a smoke bomb and running away.
Troy Avenue, Flatlands (Brooklyn), New York.
Everything I’ve Ever Let Go Of Has Claw Marks On It
To save someone else going through eleventy billion reverse image searches - the sculptor is David Altmejd.
Thought 2, 2019
crazy how the printer is the only piece of tech that acts up like that almost every day of its life. and we just accept it
i don't think i've ever met a printer that actually wanted to be a printer. i think most printers have dreams of being on the stage
source: instagram
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the whole 'nobody would miss me if i were gone' line of reasoning is so completely and mindblowingly false, it's almost laughable if you take a couple steps back. there's a lady at work who has been there for maybe two or three weeks and has only talked to me a handful of times, ask where the necklace i usually wear went. another person asked where i was cause i wasn't scheduled for about a week. i regularly think of friends who have deactivated their accounts or who i've lost contact with and what id tell them. i still think about people i haven't talked to for years even though i didn't know them well. people still think about you even if you're a passing specter on the street. and that's not even holding a candle to how much the people who are personally involved in your life care. people do notice and care. all the time. it might be hard to see it or remember it but people do care. ily.
A BIRD POOPED ON MY HEAD ON THE WAY TO WORK.
HOW DO YOU KNOW THE BIRD WAS ON THE WAY TO WORK?
DONT MAKE ME ANGRIER THAN I AM