Library of Memexandria @memexandria - Tumblr Blog

spent MONTHS looking for this stupid tumblr post bcuz i constantly want to reference it and it wouldn't come up no matter what i searched despite it being (what i thought) was a popular well-known tumblr post only to find that the original blog turned off reblogs and deactivated and that it only got 12k notes total. but im posting it anyway to preserve its legacy

chinesewednesday

luidilovins

my couchsona

seananmcguire

I would buy this and cover it in weird plush and sleep on it every night.

cheeseanonioncrisps

Which bowling alley now has a couch shaped hole in its carpet?

demilypyro

phone somehow autocorrected "the joker" to "the worker." why so devoid of class consciousness, batman

demilypyro

lutheban

Rocky, once again, being baffled and STRESSED about human biology and the things his human does to keep healthy i dont think mr "my whole crew died of radiation sickness" likes the fact that his alien and most things on his planet needs it for survival very much xD previous

runcibility

ellingson.tv on instagram

littleguysdaily

mortalityplays

last week I was deep in the trenches ploughing through work and mid-afternoon realised I'd neglected to open the blinds and the room was a little dim, so I got up to do that and discovered that a car had flipped onto its roof directly outside my flat and the entire street was closed and flooded with emergency service while they dragged someone out of the vehicle and packed them into an ambulance. so now every time I open the blinds I'm a little like the dog with the ham sandwich bush. what the fuck could it be today.

teaboot

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying

teaboot

Well-to-do finance manager with tidy shoes: "Why hello, sweetheart. Can you say 'hi'? Aren't you cute. Are you on a trip with your mom?"

4 year old me: why must we do this

Fantastic old woman in the leopard print coat: "Why yes, my tooth IS real silver! Nobody ever asks me that. Do you like cats?"

4 year old me, suddenly paying attention: Finally, A Person Of Intellect

teaboot

You know. I'm not an incredibly athletic individual. But every so often, when the mood strikes, I very much enjoy tearing through the apartment at top speed, taking turns chasing Ollie and getting chased.

There's something so beyond words about playing hide-and-go-tag with a fluffy little guy who will try and sneak up on you the same way you sneak up on him, who will chase you when you run, who totally GETS what's going on and will enthusiastically join in despite having no common language or anything.

And the we just lay on the nice cold floor together like freaks

He's a good boy