These are the kinds of moments you only get with Oglaf.
almost home
YOU ARE THE REASON
todays bird

pixel skylines
i don't do bad sauce passes
Monterey Bay Aquarium
noise dept.

if i look back, i am lost

@theartofmadeline
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Jules of Nature
Acquired Stardust

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blake kathryn
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@nightishly
These are the kinds of moments you only get with Oglaf.
It’s been an emotional week. I wanted to share this encounter I had with a very hateful man on the Pittsburgh bus because it reminds me that there are brave people in this world. Let’s all do everything we can to stand up for each other.
At all the people on the notes saying we should just help each other out no matter what: that’s a nice idea but isn’t that simple when people aren’t all good to each other. Sure, the man had his own struggles, but he decided to actively make OP feel unsafe and then asked her for her own money.
OP doesn’t owe him anything. Especially since he was racist and aggressively singled her out to make her uncomfortable. Without prompting, he saw her simply existing on the bus and approached her to let her know she was unwelcome. OP clearly felt threatened by the man approaching her the second time, yet you all think she should have paid him? Why should she give him money when he wouldn’t when allow her privacy and safety?
The other man’s reaction was the compassionate one. The compassionate response is to protect marginalized groups from bigotry, not pay for bigots. Standing up and letting her know that she wasn’t alone, that someone else saw what he said and thought it was wrong was a powerful and kind response.
Anyone saying “we should be nicer to each other” better be referring to the first man, not op.
heterosexual christians in college be like: gotta marry or i will die
they wanna fuck. they gotta fuck or they will die but God put fucking behind a paywall
Go find this book and seduce yourself in its pages. Seriously.
God Lifts Up the Lowly / Ezra Furman
My angel’s got eyes like a housing project / he was born inside a guitar / and I can’t forget his red lips and eyelashes / and his “how’d we end up where we are?”
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Spoiler: FUCK NO! These women are winning the day. Best thing to happen to our nation in a long time.
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in the dark
every so often my mouth feels empty wants no food or water
only the taste of your sex in my nose, against my lips faintly stubbled
moist thin-soft crushed to smooth-bone hot heady holy
the way a car wraps itself around a power transformer after speeding through the night
every so often I die a little to know again
Gareth Egan
oof.
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I don't want to become this place. I don't want my roots to grasp this soil, under this sun. I don't want to care about anything here. I have no reservoir beneath this ground. I am not of here. But I am at a moment demanding my becoming. The weeds are twining up my legs. I don't want to become this place. I have no love here. I have no love in this ground.
i hate this website for this
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All inside a velvet shell, tucked like petals under snow, bound with nothing more than breath, curls a dream of rib and bone, leg and lip, breast and eye. And beside it, hard and warm, something too harsh for the world, a mistake trying to stay still, an embryonic heart of wax, wicked and wishing for permission.
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How I sleep now, you wouldn’t know, it’s not a song. Dreaming of furs again, I would kill for that, a field dressed phantasm. I still see the stone cottage, her revealed body, my answering skin. On television there’s an actress. On my phone, no text reply. Did I fall out of your clay-hand, was it a kill-hand all along? No, I know. Sometimes we run to keep from maiming. Oh, I can’t say your name. Your long blonde name. Your vampire smile. A tent in the woods covered in cold wet leaves, I have fire in a cup, it gutters, gutters, glows. In the morning I’ll restring my bow.