
oozey mess
noise dept.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
NASA
trying on a metaphor

if i look back, i am lost

Kiana Khansmith
Not today Justin
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
KIROKAZE
Show & Tell
Misplaced Lens Cap
sheepfilms
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Mike Driver
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Andulka
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wallacepolsom

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@high-tech-heathen
Atlantic Ocean Road, Norway
How we weigh an octopus!
put the octopus in the basket
put the octopus in the basket
put the octopus in the basket
weigh the bas--
put the octopus in the basket
weigh the basket
put the octopus in the water
treat!
crying rn 🥹
“even amidst the hatred and carnage, life is still worth living. it is possible for wonderful encounters and beautiful things to exist” ‒ hayao miyazaki
This is the money Marge. Reblog for good fortune
money marge
save me
save me money marge
give me one thousand dollars
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Sometimes we’re unsatisfied with a thing we made because when it only existed in our head, we saw all the things it could have been and when it’s done we know all the things that it isn’t, but we can’t see the way it expands into a million new things when someone else unpacks it in their head.
The "we shouldn't be doing this" as we're uncontrollably heavy breathing into each others mouths
"then tell me to stop" as our hands explore further than we want them to
“then tell me to stop”
as our hands explore further
than we want them to
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Marsha Cottrell, Novalis
"Light catcher" (2012) by Helene Beland.
This counts as vent art.
Love, Death & Robots - S1E7 - Beyond the Aquila Rift (2019)
I think the only true conclusion one could ever draw about Sabrina carpenter from her music is that she has a kinda weird relationship with gender, where she can never truly decide if being a woman is a good & powerful thing or a bad & weakening thing, and she can never decide if that’s her own fault or the fault of the male society in which she lives. this is not a criticism to be clear: that seems like a very normal way to engage with the world to me. it’s just funny to me that the seemingly most personally revealing aspect of her music is the way she seems to have no idea how to live as a straight woman. I can’t relate to this at all because I am not a straight woman, but man does it seem accurate to the experiences of straight women that I know. Straight women sound off. If you’re out there. Straight women can you hear me? Is it that me espresso?
girl are you trapped in there?! girl get out!! girl scream if you need help!!! this is not very that me espresso girl!!
yeah i mean i've been saying this for months (sorry OP to jump on your post, it just aligns with something i've been trying to get across for a while now) but the overt, on-purpose heteropessimism of her music in combination with her vintage drag queen aesthetic and mid-century movie inspired concert visuals are all actually working together to create really interesting commentary on the current state of heterosexual womanhood. she's a lot smarter than most people give her credit for and this is all on purpose. i think a lot of people tend to assume that female artists arrive at a place of satirical or otherwise layered social commentary by accident and it's just something they're reading into it because they're smarter than the actual artist, not that it's ever something they put into the art while they were making it... but like, if you pay attention to everything she's doing and the way she presents herself when she's off-duty as opposed to in performance mode, she isn't Doing Hyperfemininity 24/7. her stage presentation is one of exaggerated hyperfeminine aesthetic performance because it's part of her commentary on how the experience of straight womanhood is basically doing 200% for men who give maybe 15% at best. she's got a whole song basically lamenting the fact that she is unfortunately a straight woman who craves dick in a world where men are fucking terrible with no real motivation to change!
Felt like this shouldn’t stay in the tags