those are his hooves you bitch

im libby $$$

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[memewhore]

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The Neko Atsume theme song reimagined in the style of the night music from Animal Crossing :3

Also available on YouTube

[abd-illustrates]

do you plan on becoming a crab later

Why plan for the inevitable

[hungwy]

Hi... thoughts on shrimp (As animals)? If it’s too personal to say that’s ok....

not personal at all :) so they are like creatures to me

[glumshoe]

I looked into the “I’m a luxury few can afford” sweater, and apparently it’s from a knitting pattern book called Wit Knits from 1986 that included a lot of gems… but best of all was this sweater, which I desperately need to own:

Just LOOK at this incredible grumpy old gay robot sweater. Look at it.

[slightedtrashqueen]

Its Bernie Sanders

[glumshoe]

My god you’re right.

[lloerwyn-deactivated20201104]

I looked up Wit Knits and you’re right, every one of these designs is fucking fantastic:

[lillyoftheally]

im the man with banana on his sweater holding a fuckn pineapple

[samiholloway]

Look. I was in 1986 and still I’m like. What even was going on in 1986.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

@orchidscript I’M GONNA NEED THAT GRUMPY GAY ROBOT SWEATER

[baddreamland]

Graveyard Kiss by Charles Hewitt. 1949. 

[boowomp]

[lokaror]

I was talking with the gnomes and they don't even think you are worth playing whimsical little tricks and japes on.

[elvarasokazokakurvaelvarasok-de]

[fungiblegoods]

[lowpolyanimals]

Gengle from Twilight Princess

[algernonmoncrieff]

what about when you attacked corduroy my friend corduroy

[ambientwitch]

who’s corduroy

[algernonmoncrieff]

[mushfae]

[ratcity]

Jessica Gives Me A Chill Pill

By Angie Sijun Lou

I keep waking up in different

beds and in this same

body. I have to say this

right away so you know

it didn't start with limbs

slackened, hair

oily, a cruelty towards

the sun. It started

in the backseat of Jessica's

Pepto-dismal truck. She

tied my hair back with

rubber bands when

the freeway passed clean

through us. Jessica says

I can feel like a cherry

blossom tree wobbling

under lightning. Jessica

has a forehead scar from

the deep end of a pool. I

ask Jessica what drowning

feels like and she says

not everything feels like

something else. That night

we lose the 7/11 lottery

but I draw my lucky

number, no quarters

so we scratch our tickets

with fingernails. Jessica says

that's the sanctity of ritual—

a ceaselessness in how

I look at every drop

of rain before it touches

ground, the way Jessica

mouths my name in her

sleep eating each syllable like

a minor god. I'm coming out

as someone who loves

things unevenly, my theologies

strewn out in the dark,

this iPhone an almost oracle.

Jessica forces me to watch

every sunset even when I

am full. She puts her fingers

in my mouth and says open

your eyes. Open them.

You see the small-town girls

on big billboards? One day

that's us.

[kxowledge]

Joan Didion, The Art of Fiction No. 71

[sigmundfreud]

“I mean I can’t be the saint people dream of now. People want a street angel. They want a saint but with a cowboy mouth. Somebody to get off on when they can’t get off on themselves. I think that’s what Mick Jagger is trying to do… what Bob Dylan seemed to be for a while. A sort of God in our image… y’know? Mick Jagger came close but he got too conscious. For a while he gave me hope… I want it to be perfect, ‘cause it’s the only religion I got… in the old days people had a Jesus and those people to embrace… They created a God with all their belief energies… and when they didn’t dig. But it’s too hard now. We’re earthy people and the old saints just don’t make it, and the old God is just too far away. He don’t represent our pain no more. His words don’t shake through us no more. Any great motherfucker rock ‘n’ roll song can raise me higher than all of Revelations. We created rock ‘n’ roll from our own image, it’s our child…”

— Sam Shepard and Patti Smith – from Cowboy Mouth (via roadmotel)

[89words]

“I fell in love with the idea that the mysterious thing you look for your whole life will eventually eat you alive.”

— Laurie Anderson explaining her attraction to Moby-Dick