dirt enthusiast
$LAYYYTER

Love Begins

@theartofmadeline
RMH

titsay
taylor price
Keni
Not today Justin
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art blog(derogatory)

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Xuebing Du
we're not kids anymore.
almost home
DEAR READER
Claire Keane
styofa doing anything
wallacepolsom

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@minor-locrian
nngh... why do my pronouns hurt?
because youve never used them before.
kevin macleod
contemptible
admirable
i dont know who that is
birds are non-avian dinosaurs
most domesticatable dinosaur?
red junglefowl
Elfly Chic
three makes a dollar i make a thrime
I love to spread peanut butter all day
I chase those pigeons spread my paste all day long!
Oops!
I slipped on my own peanut paste!
sporting tools: the bat, the racket
sporting settings: the field, the rink
sporting men: mike, juan
sporting heroes: the FANS 🥎🏑⛸️
like and share if you would know it
writing tools: the READERS
writing settings: the pen, the typewriter
writing men: the library, the desk 🖋✏️
writing heroes: poe, mishima
turn the crank if you would like to scramble again
doctor heroes: the egg, the sausage
soldier settings: the pigment, the palette
breakfast tools: the MUSEUM GUESTS ♟️🧩🏺
painter heroes: the gun, the boot
we have gone so far that i am not sure we can return
president tools: slinker, slayer, sloldier, sly
prescient fools: the crook, the grief, his knife and he knows it 🐌🏟🚥
prodigal soon: the miracle of the broads and cliches
paddy o'toole's: "that's the best you can do? jesus christ man. i mean jesus christ. johnson and wales university. 500 grand from your dad. no strings attached. i thought you wanted to own a pub. i thought it was your passion. paddy o'toole's. a ten year old could think of that. there's people out there struggling, man. artists, man. and you're reading off the background set dressing for an american dad episode. christ."
what would you name your pub? leave it in the comments👇
ya its spiritually ballsack
the fresh citron you just picked
imagine living through a war. a pretty long war, lets say one of the longest conventional wars of the 20th century. for 8 years. maybe the first 8 years of your life. maybe your early adolescence, or late teens or young adulthood. you get the picture. now imagine the war ends, ok great, cool, life goes on i guess? economy sucks, post-war reconstruction, etc. and hey remember that country that funded and armed your country’s adversary during the war? yeah, that one. they noticed how your economy isnt doing so hot and decided to help you out with some sanctions. pretty cool, right? i guess it beats bombs. nothing like good old long slow economic warfare. at least its not the bombs. maybe you go to university, get a job. depending on how wealthy you are maybe some people you know leave. depending on how wealthy (and lucky) they are maybe they go to germany or the UK or the US, more likely turkiye or the philippines, maybe a gulf country. probably at least one. more likely you and your friends and loved ones are too poor or cant get a visa or both. but hey at least that war stuff is- hm? oh, yeah that country from before, they just invaded your neighbor. maybe you meet someone, hit it off. hang on, sorry, they just invaded your other neighbor. yes the same one they funded and armed. and hey why is everyone leaving. maybe you get married to that person from earlier. and maybe israel just invaded lebanon again. what? oh yeah
ok but none of those countries are here. and the war is over. sure, they keep saying theyre gonna invade you any day now. but theyve been saying that since the war ended! and it hasnt happened yet… and hey why is everyone so jaded. you cant trust anyone around here anymore. maybe something else will happen. you have kids (in this economy?) oh hey remember your other neighbor? no no, not an invasion, just a civil war. make that tw- three. yeah, i get it i see the pattern too, but thats different. you already had your war. thats in the past. plus you have bills to pay and mouths to feed. by the way theres a gaza war. no not that one. no not that one. no not that one.
no not that one.
getting warmer
no, look, its shouldnt have called it a war its actually a genocide.
people like you, kids like yours. you remember those missiles dont you? your kids dont. but they could. and wouldnt that be awful. you had almost forgotten the smell. you had almost let your guard down, sure not fully down, but the body adapts right? an object in motion stays in motion? but wouldnt it be awful if it happened here again. just awful.
Trolley and the Troglodyte Factory
ya its spiritually israel and charlie kirk
what, your penis?
The more she kneaded the dog’s head, the more he burrowed into her hands.
“He must smell my dog!” she said.
“Actually, he’s a cadaver dog,” said the scientist. “So he’s probably just attracted to your expressionless face and your icy, cumbersome hands.”
Like my grandaddy uses to say ""ugly welds make the world grow round!"!! Haha. That was before he came out of course. Therian. Mom was a separatist, and a shitlib on top. Didn't work out. Then there was the war...