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THE POMPOUS FOP has declined your gift.
1x MID-GRADE BRANDY 1x STRINGY GAME HEN 1x MEDIOCRE PLUM PUDDING
Have been returned to your inventory.
amy winehouse by court artist priscilla coleman, 2009.
kind of hoping things work out with this straight guy room mate bc I know he won’t fight me for aesthetic control of the living room
Marjane Satrapi (Iranian, 1969-2026) - Ecole des Filles 2 (Girls' School 2) (2020)
prayer cards, 2005 art by gerard.
baby im afraid….but it’s not your fault…maybe i should go…home alone tonight
Squidward's whole deal is that he was a scion of Old Money who got really into Marxism in college and decided he couldn't live with himself as a beneficiary of the Bourgeoisie. He cut ties with his parents and went to live as a proletariat for a few years to better his music.
Of course, what was supposed to be a short term service industry job before he lived for his art has bloomed into just being his life, and life as a poor artist is never as romantic as one imagines. While the cost of living of Bikini Bottom is low enough that even a frycook can be a homeowner, it's not quite so low that he can afford the luxuries he was used to growing up.
His view of the Working Class as the downtrodden masses were rather tattered by years of living between SpongeBob and Patrick, who were not so much temporarily oppressed intellectuals as they were, well, SpongeBob and Patrick.
Still, through thick and thin he's never gone back on his decision to leave the money behind. The great irony is that he is ignorant of his greatest achievement—his superiority to Squilliam isn't turning a bunch of randos into a functioning Marching Band or turning a burger joint into a fine dining establishment, it's having the strength of character to look at all the advantages Squilliam had and choose to leave it behind.
He will never be a master Clarinet player, but he will always have that
my exs shit is (90%) OUT and I have my SPACE BACK and I REDECORATED and im hanging out with the priest this week AND there was a beautiful sunset AND a dog fell asleep in my lap. Never kill yourself
the bus really is like the last place you can experience something authentic while crying in public. on the train it’s like you’re trying so hard to glamorize your own sadness that you can never quite escape the camera in your mind also people film tik toks and shit there but it’s impossible not to be humbled by your own insignificance on the bus. so easy to resist romanticizing actually post cancelled bc i just met the hottest t girl ever at the pride event
ex is moving out today
y’all are too mean to fake bisexuals punisher was good
at the club no drinks.in.fully stone cold sober: what if thsre was a secret city
Face twists with bravery as a chill runs through the air We have to find it.
We have to find it
The beach that makes you old