I don’t know how to ask this respectfully but… where are their top hats? They look like they should be wearing top hats!
Cosmic Funnies
art blog(derogatory)

Andulka
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
$LAYYYTER
Peter Solarz
DEAR READER
RMH
sheepfilms
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
will byers stan first human second
Misplaced Lens Cap
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I don’t know how to ask this respectfully but… where are their top hats? They look like they should be wearing top hats!
Jim Musil
Cattle coming Home
Buttered Toast Coasters // Xasper8ing
garden
oh to be a tiny mushroom
It Follows (2014), dir. David Robert Mitchell
i know the end, phoebe bridgers
some carrie fisher tweets to brighten your day
he insisted I should know names of extinct species as though taxonomy ever meant preservation telling someone who they are instead of asking is where extinction gets its start
— CAConrad, from “Impaled By Sharp Points Of Wonderment,” We Want It All: An Anthology of Radical Trans Poetics, eds. Andrea Abi-Karam & Kay Gabriel
Matt Rockefeller / Georges Beuville / Andrea Serio / Oamul Lu / Kim Hyerim (Rimdraw)
each time I tell you those three words I mean them more and more
we dem boys
cute gift horse dude. i dig, i dig. what's going on with its mouth
if only there was a way for us to contribute to one big gofundme medical campaign that could be used to cover everyone’s medical expenses
I know this is a note to universal health care, but I do wanna take a moment to boost a seriously cool organization:
https://ripmedicaldebt.org/
RIP Medical Debt buys portfolios of medical debt (which are very cheap), and forgives them. They focus on debt held by people at the poverty line, where forgiveness can be a massive help for people.
Because medical debt is so cheap to purchase, donations to RIP Medical Debt go far beyond the dollar amount donated.
I truly hope that America’s predatory medical system will be reformed and made to work for us all, but until that happens, RIP Medical Debt is doing a fantastic job helping out people hurt by it.
put together some fun vines that i hope haven’t been used in every other compilation ever ✌️ enjoy
I love stumbling across these old compilations, cause they’re just stupidly wholesome and make me miss these times so much.
My ideal date? You release me into the wild to hunt me for sport on your remote island BUT I’m not very good at hiding so you find me within 20 minutes. You hold the gun to my face but there is something so earnest in my eyes and hands that you cannot carry through. You pick me up and carry me back to your mansion. I am so polite and charming that you nurse me back to health. You grow to love and trust me despite the fact you’re holding me hostage after I fell of a charter vessel bound for Brazil. You buy me new clothes and have them shipped to the island. I kiss you good morning every day. You propose marriage. I accept. We skype in a priest and get married with the butler as our witness. That night I kill you and the butler. I redistribute your wealth. I live in the mansion on the abandoned island for the rest of my days. I study snail ecology. I never remarry. You were the love of my life but you were too dangerous and evil to live. I am buried next to you. The tides eventually wash our bodies away. Into the depths of the ocean, together.
id go to like, an olive garden
“I know I’m American because when I walk into a room something dies. / Metaphors about death are for poets who think ghosts care about sound. / When I die, I promise to haunt you forever. / One day, I’ll write about the flowers like we own them.”
— — Noor Hindi, from “Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying,” published in Poetry