Rod Serling Narrates The Twilight Zone (TV Series, 1959 – 1964)
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Rod Serling Narrates The Twilight Zone (TV Series, 1959 – 1964)
I'm certain this is on Tumblr somewhere, but I haven't seen it around, so I'm sharing it myself
absolutely flabbergasting to see people who have so enthusiastically succumbed to despair. like okay denethor, but some of us are gonna actually face the armies of mordor in battle nonetheless.
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I had a long boring mandatory work event today, which means I spent a lot of time at The Turnspit Dog.
The Turnspit Dog is my imaginary neighborhood farm-to-table restaurant. (NB: I have no desire to run an actual restaurant, which involves doing things like "cooking whether I or not I feel like it" and "making a profit." This is a purely imaginary affair.)
At any rate. This week, The Turnspit Dog is offering a roasted red pepper soup with toasted chickpeas and cashew crema or a chicken elote soup with sweet corn and red potatoes; a roasted broccoli salad with almonds and pickled carrots, as well as the usual house green salad; buccatini a la Norma (with eggplant and ricotta salata); a slow-cooked pork shoulder with polenta, grilled broccolini, and apple cider gastrique; a bisteyya (phyllo chicken pie with cinnamon) with plum compote; a white bean stew with fennel and confit plum tomatoes, braised kale, and sourdough croutons; a tipsy peach upside-down cake; and oat milk black walnut ice cream with brandied cherries.
It was a long work event.
We definitely need to have a dinner party sometime. Now that it isn't the temperature of Satan's waiting room, I may try hosting get-togethers again.
The Olympics but high fashion by Wisdom Kaye
please reblog this until i find my true love. i am so alone
Made it poly friendly
oh hell yeah even better
Made one for aromantic trans people 👍
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i keep thinking about that one blogger on here who mentioned applying to 80+ jobs and still not getting a single callback
i keep thinking of my sister's 2 degrees who are collecting dust because no one's hiring
i keep thinking of my classmate in highschool who said their father accidentally became a graphic designer without any real experience about 20 odd years prior
i keep thinking of me passing those extensive english exams for a fucking call service job and not showing up to the final online interview because of technical issues,I asked them to reschedule they just ghosted me instead
i keep thinking of that nepo kid in my college and his secure future
i keep thinking of my miscellaneous art skills and how none of them are worth anything without a degree,a connection,internet clout,or without a job willing to train me more except the entry level position is dead right?
i keep thinking of everyone everywhere who is dying or going to die in the streets despite all the money and shelter available in the world
my brother was making fun of me and our other brother for having the same haircut, and we were immediately like "what the fuck are you talking about? you had this EXACT SAME haircut like a year ago. this is your haircut too. jackass." so we start arguing back and forth until our mom stops us and says "come here." and she brings out her ID from when she was a teenager and... its the same haircut.
Awesome video displaying phenomenal craftsmanship—posted by one of my favorite Tiktok accounts: Tlingit_Haida
Aani (the land known as Southeast Alaska) has been home to the Tlingit and Haida Peoples since time immemorial
Edit: To clarify, this particular video features Git Hoan Dancers, of the Tsimshian Tribe. They say so in the video, but I realize my caption about the Tlingit and Haida Nations might cause confusion.
this is amazing1
The masks look so much like the ones in museums and cultural centres while still being articulated that way. Look at that amazing skill.
Its so smooth that it took me a moment to realize those are modern masks and the historic ones don't move like that.
love the word faggotry it sounds like pageantry. and isn't it
I worked at a McDonald's as a cashier in high school and it was during a time when they changed their POS system (point of sale, not piece of shit) so everything was now in a slightly different, less logical place, but I was working 20ish hours a week so I picked it up really quickly
Anyway I was out with my friend in the next town over and we went to a McDonald's because she really wanted an ice tea and we go through the drive through. The man greets us out of the little speaker and asks for our order and she says "Hi! Could I get a large sweet ice tea please?"
Silence.
Longer silence.
And I knew in my heart what was happening.
So I leaned over and said, "It's on page two of drinks, under juice, then the third one down."
Another much shorter silence.
Then:
"What the - how the hell did... Uh. I mean. Thank you?"
And it's been literally ten years but I'm still riding the high from that.
Ninety percent of most magic consists of knowing one extra fact.
-Terry Pratchett
“Dogs don’t know what they look like. Dogs don’t even know what size they are. No doubt it’s our fault, for breeding them into such weird shapes and sizes. My brother’s dachshund, standing tall at eight inches, would attack a Great Dane in the full conviction that she could tear it apart. When a little dog is assaulting its ankles the big dog often stands there looking confused — “Should I eat it? Will it eat me? I am bigger than it, aren’t I?” But then the Great Dane will come and try to sit in your lap and mash you flat, under the impression that it is a Peke-a-poo… Cats know exactly where they begin and end. When they walk slowly out the door that you are holding open for them, and pause, leaving their tail just an inch or two inside the door, they know it. They know you have to keep holding the door open. That is why their tail is there. It is a cat’s way of maintaining a relationship. Housecats know that they are small, and that it matters. When a cat meets a threatening dog and can’t make either a horizontal or a vertical escape, it’ll suddenly triple its size, inflating itself into a sort of weird fur blowfish, and it may work, because the dog gets confused again — “I thought that was a cat. Aren’t I bigger than cats? Will it eat me?” … A lot of us humans are like dogs: we really don’t know what size we are, how we’re shaped, what we look like. The most extreme example of this ignorance must be the people who design the seats on airplanes. At the other extreme, the people who have the most accurate, vivid sense of their own appearance may be dancers. What dancers look like is, after all, what they do.”
— Ursula Le Guin, in The Wave in the Mind (via fortooate)
This paragraph went in so many different directions before it ended. What the fuck Ursula
this sucks so bad i need to [remembers suicide jokes only worsen my mental health] put on the best talent show this towns ever seen
guys this post is a big hit on the adolescent psych ward