never enough potatoes

gimme moar [24] | pot/atoe | vegan friendly

[potato-potatoes]

You know what I like the best about eating food two times a day?

[secondlina]

New Crow Time 🐦‍⬛🦊🌟

[great-tweets]

“Update: The student who wrote the letter has been found and we’re in the process of finding a way to reward her for her actions. Very grateful for what she did”

[shaelit]

I love this mental image of this quietly horrified and righteous 6th grader just being like ma’am you can’t do that

[whycantibeepbadoop]

6th grader:

[phrenotobe]

#the drawing including kids in the bus windows going like :O kills me

[shameshomalo]

[yamujiburo]

I like to think that Arbok's hood patterns are influenced by their environment. When they evolve, they can take on the markings of their parent, or maybe they take after the trainer who raised them (who may or may not have an intimidating look to them)

[jordanbolton]

To The Substitute Art Teacher - Jordan Bolton

[cassandrasimplex]

I knew having Redditors cross-train on Tumblr would produce weird fucking magic.

[pukicho]

Puki will you leave tumblr because everyone’s acting like it’s dead now :(

oh yeah its SO dead.

1000 notes this post. Now

[pukicho]

that took 3 minutes.

[pasta-yy]

i literally fucking blinked and this shit happened istg y’all are insane—

[pukicho]

Fuck it. Spread this post to every nook and cranny on tumblr. Prove to everyone that this site is ALIVE and FLOURISHING and that it will last for fucking DECADES

[potato-potatoes]

I visit this site like I would a dead lover's grave - full of sadness and misery, looking to remember what once made me happy. It's a place frozen in time, holding memories which cycle with the colour of the leaves.

[adz]

my aunt who owns horses constantly posts these excellent horse memes

[pukicho]

I am convinced you can just post a single picture of white space with the letter A sitting in the middle of it and nothing else yet get a gazillion reblogs.

I already did that

[ganpan14o]

I already did your mom

[potato-potatoes]

Hence began the did-your-mom-ception

[potato-potatoes]

I did your mom's mom 😎

[pukicho]

I am convinced you can just post a single picture of white space with the letter A sitting in the middle of it and nothing else yet get a gazillion reblogs.

I already did that

[ganpan14o]

I already did your mom

[potato-potatoes]

Hence began the did-your-mom-ception

[firefox-official]

Are you and pukicho dating or friends or something? You guys seem like you'd atleast know eachother.

i dont think we have ever spoken

[pukicho]

Ever

[potato-potatoes]

Hmmmmm, me thinks this was a conversation by proxy

[thepromiscuousfinger]

Is it just me or are the new tumblr users convinced there's a penalty of some kind for using this site like it's meant to be used?

[beardedmrbean]

reblogs have always been in short supply for artists, sadly, but it's hitting the shitposts and even the cat pictures lately. Gotta keep getting the word out that reblogs are good and keep people posting new material that will be passed around for the next 12 years

[mornington-the-crescent]

They’re used to other social media sites, where the only equivalent of reblogging is straight-up content theft; so the idea that you can put someone else’s stuff on your page and have it not be a bad thing is a strange experience for them.

They’re likely also used to an algorithm recommending content based on what they hit “like” on, so they probably think that that’s how this works, too.

[anotherdayofdrudgery]

[potato-potatoes]

Feeding the algo gods

[potato-potatoes]

Okay, listen, this living thing is getting kinda hard, you know? Like there is so much for me to do each day before I get to bed, and that too, not counting the work that I gotta do to be able to afford to do all the other stuff.

For example, my eyes are allergic to seeing, so I gotta feed them these drops multiple times a day, which make them not weep some of the time. My skin gets all itchy and dry at the idea of sunshine, so lotion up, baby. I cannot sit or stand for more than an hour at a time, or I get terrible backache. I gotta be very careful with when and what I eat because my tummy is a bitch and cholesterol chokes my arteries. Exercise, ughhhh. And chores, my gods, the chores.

Not even halfway to twenty-five, and I am this close to giving up on living up to any semblance of balance or normalcy. Like, I want to be in good health for as long as I can, I wanna live long, see what the future hold, but then I am also terrified of living too long and suffering the consequences, you know?

[potato-potatoes]

Usually, the wind only flirts with me, gently fondling and sensually caressing all parts of me. But sometimes, it's a violent gale, horned up beyond reckon and violently claims all things me. Clothes left in a disarray and hair tussled. The rascal doesn't even clean up after itself >:(

The one good thing about wind as a lover is that it doesn't leave after the night is over and its passions are sated. It's not loyal, but it's there, always. Actually, two good things.

[potato-potatoes]

Going somewhere, bro? Somewhere beyond the sea, bro? Somewhere waiting for me, bro? Bro? 🥺

[potato-potatoes]

Sugars can be addictive. Sugars are sweet.

Pain can be sweet, too. Misery, saccharin. They can be addictive.

The dull throb of loneliness; the deep stab of rejection; the pang of being left out; the sinking feeling of being forgotten.

All these and more lead to the warm embrace of sorrow, the deep set ache of a weary traveler.

Sweet hugs and sweeter kisses, they make us tougher, less receptive to the idea of our own ineptitude and shortcomings, and take the onus of our pain off the shoulders of the reject

Tougher us are brittle, weaker. Foolish and naive, too. But how do we escape the clutching embrace of our terrified mothers, I ask. How do we escape our sorrows?