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love writing a post and then discarding it immediately. microdosing on having an opinion
If you're younger than 50 years there are termite queens who are older than you
happy pride to them
do you think two pennies is still enough for the ferryman or has inflation driven up the fare
if he makes me use an app I am simply not crossing the river Styx.
Happy ides of march 2026 I bring you Julius Caesar weighted pincushion for consideration
funniest title drop ever
Julius Ceasar has been dead for 2064 slutty, slutty years
Julius Caesar has been dead for 2065 slutty, slutty years
Julius Caesar has been dead for 2066 slutty, slutty years
Julius Caesar has been dead for 2067 slutty, slutty years
Julius Caesar has been dead for 2068 slutty, slutty years
Julius Caesar has been dead for 2069 (nice) slutty, slutty years
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.
reblog if its friday and you made it
reaper
Happy Halloween!! Eat lots of candy and stuff!!!
I love Tumblr’s holiday traditions.
‘tis the season, time to reblog pocketss halloween flight rising comic
me, eating a pile of nuts, cheese, and apple: mmmm tasty
the medieval peasant in my head watching me eat: thou knowst what would MAKETH this meal? dried fruits.
me, getting out the raisins: god damn, etheldred, you are SO right
the medieval peasant in my head: yet thou art still not heeding mine words regarding the blasphemy
You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.
Reblog to materialize $250,000 in prev's bank account
nimble, a border collie-papillon mix, wins the 12” class in the 2024 masters agility championship. the first time a mixed breed has won at westminster ever.
When the announcer has to explicitly say that they didn't speed up the video, that's actually how fast the critter was moving... you KNOW there's some serious nyoom going on.
I NEVER get tired of this sweet fast baby!!!
I love the people in the notes going 'uhm actually he was German' because it's made fairly clear by other points in the post that it's not referring to Marx (Marx didn't write about monopoly-capitalism forming into imperialism, and Marx wrote closer to 200 years ago than 100) to the point that, in as much of a Gotcha as it is, it implies they themselves've never read Marx, let alone Lenin.
You know that arthurian legend where sir Gawain ends up marrying an ugly hag who turns out to be under a spell, where she's an ugly hag for half the time and a beautiful lady for the other half, and instead of choosing himself whether he wants her to be beautiful at night for himself and ugly during the day with others, or vice versa, he lets her choose, and that breaks the spell for good? The moral of that story is that women are much happier if they get to make their own life choices, and they are far less likely to give you grief if they're happy.
Anyway my point here isn't about the moral of the story, but the middle situation is a lot what it's like to date a goth. Like out in public you've got the most well-composed and put-together etheral creature at your arm, but as soon as you come home they'll shed all of that and boom:
You're dating a pyjama goblin.
Even as ye woll, I put it in your hand, Lose me when ye list, for I am bond. I put the choise in you. Bothe body and goodes, hart, and every dele, Is alle your own, for to by and selle That make I God avow!"