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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
NASA
shark vs the universe
izzy's playlists!
Color Me Curious
The Bowery Presents
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Today's Document
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Kitty massage
Fun fact! This action is called “snurgling”.
It’s a kitten’s way of stimulating mommy to make milk… some cats never stop doing it and will even snurgle things like fleecy blankets or stuffed animals or your leg/tummy
Snurgle is the dorkiest and cutest word in the world Oh my gosh
snurglesnurglesnurglesnurglesnurglesnurglesnurglesnurglesnurglesnurglesnurglesnurglesnurgle
It is FINALLY a explained!
Not perfect yet. Not everything has a home. But here are some interior shots of the new place :)
My pile of dirty clothes will never find a home.
This is your weekly reminder that if you consider yourself “progressive” and “liberal” yet constantly talk about how the American South is a terrible place full of backwards people that you would never visit, you’re a classist pile of trash ☺️
Do all songs have to make some over arching statement about humanity, or can I just write a song about eating a peach and basically getting a nut?
The Death of Meaning
Selfie series.
My dad gave me his grandfathers Exakta a few years ago. I got ambitious and filled a role of film for an art project at school. Nothing came out. Early exposure. I deflated. I bullshit my way through the rest of that bullshit class, but nothing will bring those pictures back. I set down that camera for years. Too afraid that nothing would ever turn out.
This past summer I picked it back up and took 30 frames--still ruled by fear-- over the course of six months. Only 19 of them turned out, but I was ecstatic.
I still wonder sometimes what those other ten might have become. But I'm not afraid of taking pictures anymore.
Nigeria’s Hyena Men by photographer Pieter Hugo (posted by Marco)
People who use a lack of education to justify subjecting poor people to poverty are fucking revolting. They’ve invented a system wherein poor people cannot obtain a quality education because they are poor and then they use that lack of education to justify their continued poverty. It’s self-sustaining, vile, oppressive, and a fundamental tenet of modern American conservativism.
What would you write if you were not afraid? What would you say if no one was watching?
I’ve been working on putting together a portfolio of my writing so that I can more easily apply to creative jobs. This has been difficult because when I graduated college I promptly misplaced my flash drive...
This is the last two years of my life.
Behind Bars
after work should I get smashed really early and sleep or get sloshed really early and work. I could use the money and the sleep
Bill Murray on Gilda Radner:
“Gilda got married and went away. None of us saw her anymore. There was one good thing: Laraine had a party one night, a great party at her house. And I ended up being the disk jockey. She just had forty-fives, and not that many, so you really had to work the music end of it. There was a collection of like the funniest people in the world at this party. Somehow Sam Kinison sticks in my brain. The whole Monty Python group was there, most of us from the show, a lot of other funny people, and Gilda. Gilda showed up and she’d already had cancer and gone into remission and then had it again, I guess. Anyway she was slim. We hadn’t seen her in a long time. And she started doing, “I’ve got to go,” and she was just going to leave, and I was like, “Going to leave?” It felt like she was going to really leave forever. So we started carrying her around, in a way that we could only do with her. We carried her up and down the stairs, around the house, repeatedly, for a long time, until I was exhausted. Then Danny did it for a while. Then I did it again. We just kept carrying her; we did it in teams. We kept carrying her around, but like upside down, every which way—over your shoulder and under your arm, carrying her like luggage. And that went on for more than an hour—maybe an hour and a half—just carrying her around and saying, “She’s leaving! This could be it! Now come on, this could be the last time we see her. Gilda’s leaving, and remember that she was very sick—hello?” We worked all aspects of it, but it started with just, “She’s leaving, I don’t know if you’ve said good-bye to her.” And we said good-bye to the same people ten, twenty times, you know. And because these people were really funny, every person we’d drag her up to would just do like five minutes on her, with Gilda upside down in this sort of tortured position, which she absolutely loved. She was laughing so hard we could have lost her right then and there. It was just one of the best parties I’ve ever been to in my life. I’ll always remember it. It was the last time I saw her.”
- from Live from New York: an Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live
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WORTH READING: This. Is. Beautiful.
Clearly Dope Anchoring: This has been on the Internet for three years and it hurts my soul to know I’m just now seeing it. I hope they have a sexual relationship and maybe one day we will be blessed with a tape of it.
Thanks Adam
