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ryangoslingofficial-deactivated

cosed

eating bread dipped in soup unlocks new emotions

cinthi-lante

that 16th century peasant feeling

afloweroutofstone

candyredterezii

plasticcflower

i arrive at the ball in my finest gown. i descend from the stairs like an angel from heaven and strike a pose

threefeline

ya’ll i am fucking sobbing at these photos of a horse catching a frisbee

valid to eat frisbees

sufficientlylargen

I try not to have too much disc horse on my dash, but I guess this is ok.

memewhore

thenatsdorf

mirablake

The longer you watch it the more kittens appear

wizardsexmachine

OOHHH FUUBLBLBLBLB

thyrell

aaAAAAaaaaAAAAAAaaaAAAAAaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaa fffUUUuuuuUUUUuuuUUUCK

ottermatopoeia

bold of y'all to assume that a brainless species is capable of formulating any thought about its circumstances whatsoever

55thsonnet

That's what the previous owners of Tumblr must have said to Yahoo or whoever bought it last time round when they thought they'd actually get some use out of this on-fire garbage can

simonalkenmayer

I find this post applicable in a number of ways.

beeftea78-deactivated20200113

I’m reading this medieval manuscript and so far this dude has managed to spell “chickens” in the following ways:

chekyns

chekens

chekynnes

chekennes

chykynnes

chykyns

chykens

I’ll keep you updated if I find any more variations

slowspinningredemption

prokopetz

Death of the author: Treating the author’s stated interpretation of their own work as merely one opinion among many, rather than the authoritative Word of God.

Disappearance of the author: Treating the context and circumstances of the work’s authorship as entirely irrelevant with respect to its interpretation, as though the work had popped into existence fully formed just moments ago.

Taxidermy of the author: Working backwards from a particular interpretation of the work to draw conclusions about what the context and circumstances of its authorship must have been.

Undeath of the author: Holding the author personally responsible for every possible reading of their work, even ones they could not reasonably have anticipated at the time of its authorship.

Frankenstein’s Monster of the author: Drawing conclusions about authorial intent based on elements that are present only in subsequent adaptations by other authors.

Weekend at Bernie’s of the author: Insisting that the author would personally endorse your interpretation of the work if they happened to be present.

kaijutegu

everyone stop what you’re doing and look at this baby pelican

kaijutegu

his power grows

kaijutegu

please… he’s getting too strong…

kaijutegu

please… stop… i beg of you…

catchymemes

obstinatecondolement

I might just be incredibly tired, but hot take: Michael Bublé's cover of Santa Baby "Santa Buddy" is the closest he has come to making an artistic statement. Like. He doesn't write his own solos: someone else writes them and he learns them off and as such he's widely disparaged by jazz musicians. But at least in Santa Buddy... he's saying something original. What he's saying is "I am absolutely Not fucking Santa" but it's something. It's a take on the work that is his own. And it makes me absolutely furious, which is An Emotional Response To Art. Which is more than I can say about any of the soulless saccharine pablum that usually drips from his grinning maw. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.