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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Noah Kahan
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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@melaschasma
All be upstanding, please, for Ms. Jennifer Hudson.
Pete Campbell III: Don, did you see what Arby’s just tweeted at us? We’re getting eaten ALIVE out there, Don!
91 year old Don Draper, head of social media for Wendy’s, eating a pack of cigarettes: what am I even paying you for, Campbell? of course I saw! clap BACK, dammit!!!
Le chat, Franz Masereel, 1955
Woodcut on ivory wove paper
Thank Christ for the Australian Senate.
What a wonderful way for the insanity of the populists to scare the fuck out of the majority of the electorate in a country where literally everyone votes.
I've been to a lot of places, but which are the most racist? It's easy.
South East Asia, pretty much anywhere in South East Asia, really mainly against other South East Asians, and also Egypt.
happy decade to the horrible beast i have wrought
Eartha Kitt performing in Las Vegas, Nevada, in 1955
What's new, Buenos Aires? I'm new, I want to say I'm just a little stuck on you You'll be on me too
I got out here, Buenos Aires Stand back! You ought to know what you're gonna get in me Just a little touch of star quality
Fill me up with your heat, with your noise, with your dirt, overdo me Let me dance to your beat, make it loud. let it hurt, run it through me Don't hold back, you are certain to impress Tell the driver this is where I'm staying
Hello, Buenos Aires! Get this! Just look at me, dressed up somewhere to go We'll put on a show
Take me in at your flood, give me speed, give me lights, set me humming Shoot me up with your blood, wine me up with your nights, watch me coming All I want is a whole lot of excess Tell the singer this is where I'm playing
Stand back Buenos Aires! Because you ought to know what you're gonna get in me Just a little touch of star quality
And if ever I go too far It's because of the things you are Beautiful town, I love you And if I need a moment's rest Give your lover the very best Real eiderdown and silence
On 9 February 1935, in Buenos Aires, a polo match between a team of leading Argentine players and the touring British side. The British ambassador said he'd "never seen a social occasion quite like it". Even by the standards of Buenos Aires society, the gathering at the polo ground "glittered": The Rolls and the Daimlers, the hampers from Harrods, the clothes, the diamonds, the crystal, the wines, the procession of nannies from England and France. The result of the match? Oh, yes, the home team won! But, as the British ambassador pointed out, that did not reflect badly on British horsemanship: three of the Argentine players were educated at Eton!
You're a tramp, you're a treat, you will shine to the death, you are shoddy But you're flesh, you are meat, you shall have every breath in my body Put me down for a lifetime of success Give me credit, I'll find ways of paying
Rio de la Plata! Florida! Corrientes! Nueve de Julio! All I want to know
Stand back, Buenos Aires! Because you ought to know what you're gonna get in me Just a little touch of Just a little touch of Just a little touch of star quality!
This afternoon is weird. I'm not sad, exactly, but I am wistful. My father grew up in abject poverty and before he died he travelled to a hundred countries on every inhabited continent.
How desperately I'd love to be able to tell him that here I am, on this cold evening, seeing the snow fall in Argentina.
"You'd think after all this time I'd be ready, but look at me: stretching one moment out into a thousand, just so that I can watch the snow."
I worked really, really hard for many years in a job where I made a real difference, to individual lives and to a whole fucking state, and then there was a really bad day and I realised I'd done my duty for king and country. So I quit.
I've been travelling the world ever since.
I'm awesome.
My favourite thing about Lucky, the Moon, the black cat I post pictures of every now and then, is that she isn't entirely black. To my surprise, when she rolled over for tummy scritches, I saw that she has tiny little tufts of white under her front legs and a little triangle of white fur between her back legs. She has pit hair and pubes! I love her so so so so so so so so so much.
My nephew and niece, the Sun and the Moon, have moved into their new house in Penang. They're big city Kuala Lumpur cats! They're used to the amenities and cultural life of the capital, a world city! How will they ever adapt to ~provincial life?
"They should hire a Turkish director to make a movie about Theodora!"
Be so for real.
society if people stopped backing established directors to make dogshit adaptations of classics and handed a big fuck off hollywood budget to a female tunisian director to make a film about dido
If I had all the money in the world, I'd pick somewhere in the red outline to live:
Let's be real, it would obviously be somewhere in Sicily.