minute rice? forsooth. twould be far stranger if the rice were not minute, but rather enormous

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minute rice? forsooth. twould be far stranger if the rice were not minute, but rather enormous
yeah I'm an airship mechanic. I got that big ass wrench and the boots that are too big, but also, and this is important, goggles I do not use correctly
classic forehead protector goggles
“Heretic Pride” by John Darnielle/The Mountain Goats
an incomplete collection of tweets i consider to be short poems
top 5 sexiest injuries:
-bruises
-bullet wound
-split lip
-nosebleed/broken nose
-stab wound
glad to see everyone here is also really Normal
“You know that feeling at the end of the day, when the anxiety of that-which-I-must-do falls away and, for maybe the first time that day, you see, with some clarity, the people you love and the ways you have, during that day, slightly ignored them, turned away from them to get back to what you were doing, blurted out some mildly hurtful thing, projected, instead of the deep love you really feel, a surge of defensiveness or self-protection or suspicion? That moment when you think, Oh God, what have I done with this day? And what am I doing with my life? And how must I change to avoid catastrophic end-of-life regrets? I feel like that now: tired of the Me I’ve always been, tired of making the same mistakes, repetitively stumbling after the same small ego strokes, being caught in the same loops of anxiety and defensiveness. At the end of my life, I know I won’t be wishing I’d held more back, been less effusive, more often stood on ceremony, forgiven less, spent more days oblivious to the secret wishes and fears of the people around me…”
— George Saunders, The Braindead Megaphone (via ellafrancessanders)
Everyone knows the classic sight of a leek sticking out of the grocery bag. But what if I told you this gentle aromatic was good for more than just her pleasing silhouette?
made this post before 12 pm which means it was basically written by a different person. reading this with fresh eyes what gets me is the unintentional undercurrent of very specifically dated rocks-glass-clinking male chauvinism. It reads like im condescending to Katharine Hepburn
You ever get a craving for a certain art medium and have to scramble for something to do with it? Yeah same. ANYWAY this took a week and it kicked my ass and when my dad walked in he said “Is that perspective collage? Do you hate yourself???” And tbh yeah I was a little insane for that but it was funnnnn and I think I nailed the vibe I was going for!
(Also I spent so long picking out the products on the shelves and I put a lot of thought into it yet you can’t see 80% of them but at least I know)
what’s the deal with you..
*covered in blood & in visible distress* i just need to write a list
me, lactose intolerant, prepping overnight oats for the next couple days: [pours oatmilk over my oats]
my brain immediately:
this may have been funnier in my head
thinking abt how fucked up steam engine boiler explosions can look. theyre just pipes under there
gives me the idea of a ghost/monster engine that looks normal, albeit a bit battered, only to swing their smokebox door open and a myriad of pipes come bursting out like fucked up tentacles
I didn’t know a train could be an eldritch horror, but here we are.
The Call of C'thchoochoo.
Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931
Hello fish nation, please enjoy some silly gouache fish paintings
90s movies: Psychopharmacology is as good as a lobotomy. If you take pills to treat your mental illness it will literally murder your imaginary friends and you will become a boring, lotus-eating conformist drone.
Me after taking my meds: drives the scenic route home to see if there are any geese on the pond and does a little dance in line at the grocery store and comes home to throw everything in my fridge into a stew pot because I can finally taste food again while singing songs at my birds in which I replace all the instances of "she" with "Cheese" and doing a Dolly Parton impression on the phone to my sister
DONT ❌️ USE PIGEON 🕊 PHOBIC LANGUAGE
INSTEAD TRY THESE! ✅️
DEAD DOVE ☠️ -> HAPPY SMILING ALIVE DOVE 😃
PIGEON HOLE 🕳-> PIGEON INCLUDE 👫
2 BIRDS ONE STONE 🪨 - 2COPS ONE BULLET 👮♂️
A BIRD IN THE HAND IS 2 IN THE BUSH 🌳 -> A BIRD IN THE HAND IS THE WORLD 🌎
hi my name is five pm and im coming to you live from night time