trying on a metaphor
i don't do bad sauce passes
we're not kids anymore.
dirt enthusiast

Discoholic 🪩
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Claire Keane
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Origami Around

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Kaledo Art
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

JVL

Andulka
cherry valley forever
Xuebing Du
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“You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch. Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy. You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like. If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.”
— Julien Smith, The Flinch (via wnq-anonymous)
usa: united states of america
usb: universal serial bus
usc: university of southern california
usd: united states dollar
use: now this one's just a normal verb
Hieronymus Bosch
He looks a bit different than I imagined.
the coats and suits of mulder and scully
i'm hoping to do more soon! they actually have a pretty nice variety, specially scully. feel free to reply if you have any suggestions for next ones :D
Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Round 1 Part 1
Lyonel Baratheon (A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms)
Kermit the frog (The Muppets)
i bet it feels good as fuck to erupt from the soil as a skeleton warrior
Ouffff
knowing when to hold em and when to fold em is also important for origami
Working on something for all you Stan Rogers stans
From Veronica Tucker via Pinterest
Stained-glass window and tiled wall section from the Torre Bellesguard, also known as Casa Figueres, designed by Antoni Gaudí in Barcelona. The building was constructed between 1900 and 1909 and blends Modernism with Gothic architectural styles.
you learn something new everyday. unless you're a historian. then you learn something old
I was innocently buying a soda and a Kit Kat bar from a snack shop recently when the cashier said, "Oh, a Kit Kat! That's what I named my cat!" and then launched into An Monologue.
Nobody was behind me in line, which seemed to be a good reason for her to treat me to a five minute retelling of the identification, rescue, and argument over initial custody of Kit Kat, who was so small they thought when they first heard him crying for help that he was a bird and not a kitten in a tree, and is now fifteen pounds of "pure, sculpted lardass".
And I didn't mind, precisely, I wasn't bored or anything, but around the time she was bringing me up to speed on Kit Kat's current status it occurred to me that this woman is a cashier in a store that primarily sells candy bars and beverages. People must buy Kit Kat bars from her multiple times a day. Does she do this every time there's nobody in line behind the purchaser? Did I just have that I Own Several Cats And Will Enjoy Your Cat Stories look about me? Was it the first time it occurred to her that she sold the brand of candy bar she named her cat after? Was she new to the job of selling Kit Kat bars?
The idea that every time she sees a Kit Kat bar she is gripped by the urge, Manchurian Candidate style, to retell the story of Kit Kat the Cat, elevates her from a friendly cashier to a deep enigma. Truly there is no knowing the mind of another.
IT GETS FUNNIER
I was in the same snack shop, which I'm in, like, once a month, recently. I only recognized her because I spent five minutes listening to this monologue in sincere wonder. But I did recognize her, so as I was buying a soda and a Milky Way bar (this time) I said, without thinking about how this would come across, "Hey, how's Kit Kat?"
She looked genuinely horrified and said, "What...how?"
"Oh fuck!" I blurted. "Sorry! You told me about him last time!"
This is still quite cryptic as responses go but she gave me a frankly frantic look of sudden recognition and said, "He's fine! You bought a Kit Kat! I was unmedicated!"
I did not inform her she is small town famous on Tumblr and instead just said, "Glad you're both doing well!" and we parted as confused and mortified friends.
Gosh she's fun. I hope she's there next time. I want to reenact the Spiderman Pointing meme with her.
Next time get pictures of Kit Kat
Oh NO I should have gotten pictures. I promise if I see her again I will get pictures of the pure sculpted lardass.
19th Century
PINE TWO-PART CORNER CUPBOARD
Under a red finish. Upper case with a nine-pane glass door enclosing shelves. Lower case with a drawer over two paneled cupboard doors.
Eldreds