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tealfruit

I’m making bread

tealfruit

bread boys

tealfruit

my sons!

THEY’RE DELICIOUS

tealfruit

frog bread was tagged explicit. reblog the forbidden frog bread for luck and power

thenatsdorf

Music box puts kitten to sleep. (via osirisosito)

genuinehumanboy

you can only reblog this today

salty-french-fry

Golden rule of thumb for art kids: reblogging Bob Ross will bless you latest work

parakeet

the human life is a strained and tense one. i envy the life of a smooth rock resting on the beach… warmed by the sun… unaware of the trials and tribulations of sentient life…

badoptics

do you need to talk

parakeet

i wish i was a croissant

psxgfx-deactivated20180706

nerds make too much money and they don’t even ball with it properly they just buy eight-thousand dollar graphics cards for no reason and wear the same 3 tshirts for their entire their lives

thicceon

name one better investment than experiencing the glory of pc gaming in the most stunning quality possible

powerfulwizard

deodorant

nuclearcarrots

hey guys, did i ever tell you about the legendary batmantaur? it would have been five or six years ago, i think.

lifeiscarrots

No pls continue ☺

nuclearcarrots

okay so, back in probably late 2012, i was attending physics courses at the university of toledo. there was a desk toward the back of one of the classrooms that i sat in pretty regularly, and one day i came in to find an exquisitely muscular and beautifully detailed torso/bust of batman drawn on my desk in pencil.

i was stunned. who put this masterpiece here? how did they do it in a meager one-hour class time? where was batman’s lower half?

and, most intensely, would they mind if i added to the drawing?

throwing caution (and attention to class) to the wind, i gave batman a lower half.

it may not have been the lower half they were expecting. nevertheless, batmantaur was born.

i don’t remember what the artist’s response was, but the next class day he had written the beginnings of a chat on the desk. i don’t even remember his name, but we had something special for the rest of that semester. an understanding, an appreciation, a kinship perhaps.

so what became of batmantaur? it remained in that room throughout most of the semester, though i think i remember the desk getting moved around a few times. eventually, i came in one day to find the desk half-dismantled, as though someone had tried to remove the desktop. about a week later, whoever it was actually did succeed in stealing it. i never saw batmantaur again.

and thus, he became a legend. if i didn’t have photos of him, i myself probably wouldn’t even believe that he had existed.

his spirit lived on in the future collaborative works of flashtaur and captain americataur.

incorrctmbti

INFJ, writing poetry in a notebook angrily: Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.

ENFP: Are you okay?

INFJ: ENTP stole my fucking garlic bread.