And yet, the platypus remains

Hey, welcome to my blog, where inconsistent tagging is the name of the game.

[torturedbitchesdepartment]

is this anything

[anarchopuppy]

sometimes being a fan of something means not wanting them to make any more of it

[herpsandbirds]

[samcormac]

what’s the rush?

[myh3adhurts]

Got some more mons for y'all!

I'm extremely biased toward certain pokémon so quality heavily varies between who I like more

[nitpickspot]

Venonat looks like its in the midst of exploding, these are adorable

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

Tag urself I am Meowth :D

[k-dhd]

[crystaltoa]

Even saying ”I’m so sorry, I completely forgot” sounds marginally better than ” I’m so sorry, I didn’t completely forget, I actually completely remembered. I thought about it the whole time and it stressed me out so much my brain built an insurmountable wall around it.”

[only-cat-memes]

[maylilithreign]

can't leave that in the notes 😂

[catasters]

[rosenkranz-does-things]

inspired by that bit in Home when Scully tells Mulder that if he had to do without a cellphone for two minutes he'd go insane

[alientitty]

💀

[spazzbot]

I don’t say this often, but you really should unmute and listen to the song



[patronsaintofmistakenidentity]

"cigarette" implies the existence of a much larger "cigar"

[patronsaintofmistakenidentity]

i recovered by the time i hit post but when i first had this thought i had genuinely forgotten cigars exist

[my-dailydreams]

[i-draws-dinosaurs]

This picture is NOT CUTE

they are making her use Window 8. unimaginably cruel

[weaponwifer]

My favorite jokes are about mispronouncing philosophers' names but I'm afraid it's a nietzsche subgenre

[thelatestkate]

[dailycatsblog]

[yorgen-sh]

[aris-middleearth]

“There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while.

The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him.

For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King (The Lord of the Rings, #3)