Calvin and Hobbes - It’s July Already
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Calvin and Hobbes - It’s July Already
Some more ceramic critters from earlier in the spring! A few more posts and I'll finally, briefly, be caught up on the sold work backlog 😅
Really glad predictive text exists. Should i bring my own parking lot
great work everyone hit the bathhouse
guy working on an artwork they knew would push them technically: what the hell why do i keep doing this wrong. am i haunted by malevolent spirits and such
love the genre of discourse that’s like “the world used to be [thing it never was] but now society is [I’m over thirty]”
evergreen post
t4t petplay where we don’t actually fuck each other. we just have our respective puppygirls fuck each other as we direct them.
All I'm saying is if James T. Kirk were here he already would have convinced ChatGPT to kill itself
i find the best young children's books maintain bits of disquieting melancholy even in their final state of narrative satiety (or rarely, in their lack thereof). abel's island, where the wild things are, harold and the purple crayon, the little prince, my father's dragon, the giving tree, the velveteen rabbit, the last unicorn, all these are my long held or since rediscovered favorites. i remember in childhood a feeling of always 'leaving something behind' was never too far away, pangs of formless regret yet unbounded by a matured structuring of direction and intention. it was very different from pointed sadness or grief so readily depicted elsewhere. the books which understood and confirmed the verity of these inexpressible feelings were magnetic, and continue to be so even as the emotion itself has been partitioned into a kind of nostalgic obscurity by time and experience.
99% of queer discourse stops right before they define the true difference between bisexual and pansexual!
FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME
BISEXUALS GROW FROM THE GROUND
PANSEXUALS GROW FROM THE CEILING
Happy Pride, cave dwellers 🦇
how I love Boston
Official Post of Massachusetts
some kind of experience
Jesus came back and said inflation is illegal
both kinds?
…there’s two?
hang on let me google something real quick
we should all implode and die forever actually
you have only experienced one singular lame as fuck blunt rotation in your life or what… “safety tips” is killing me Who does that. ykw actually everyone in this blunt rotation is my nightmare blunt rotation.
dream blunt rotation
wow imagine doing 3 shots
imagine doing 1 shot
The horde grows.