Nijntje

Which is to say, purpaidh zaychek in de ruimte

[erroneousaure777]

Gods we need a Keath Ósk and Rabbitology collab

[pmamtraveller]

Franz Doubek - Allegory of Summer

[pmamtraveller]

By Eva Roemer

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

“i also choose this guy’s dead wife” was easily the #1 funniest thing to ever be written on the internet.

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

you can know the punchline but you can’t stop it from punching you.

[mighty-meerkat]

i do also feel the need to add that phil8248 really liked the joke. he said his wife had always had a dark sense of humour, even about her illness and death, and seeing the joke made him feel like he was laughing with her one last time.

[moonlitstargazer]

[mysticalcoffeequeen]

When you thought it would be easy peasy lemon squeezy but it turns out to be difficult difficult lemon difficult.

[switchnx]

Wait that’s actually really good, gonna pop this out of the tags

[itsreallystupid]

[teaboot]

[strawberrycatcrowbar]

[milkcastro]

And what if rap WAS only about sex, violence, and drugs... what then? Would you be justified in looking down upon it as not being "real" art? What would your justification be? Sex is immoral and taboo? Drugs should never be mentioned outside of D.A.R.E programs? Songs about violence turn children to it? Would you turn that standard to other genres as well? I know you wouldn't, I know you haven't, because it's never really been about the topics explored.

[11thfempachi]

rap is often about politics and punk is often about sex and drugs but tumblr users wouldn't know because they listen to neither

[nobrashfestivity]

James Mooney Ceremony, Ghost Dance n.d. (1900?) Black and white gelatin glass negative gelatin glass negative National Anthropological Archives, Smithsonian Institution Arapaho, Oklahoma--Cheyenne & Arapaho Reservation

[pankendev]

there are places in the world today that are experiencing 40°C for the first time in recorded history. of course there's no way to know whether chucking billionaires into volcanos will appease the sun god but i feel we're doing the scientific method a disservice if we don't at least try

[myboyfriendpetebuttigieg]

I apologize to everyone whose grammar I ever corrected before I learned not to be a tool.

[rakshar]

your forgiven.

[myboyfriendpetebuttigieg]

You’re… really sweet to do that. Thanks.

[prokopetz]

Friend groups in the movies: Unshakably united by shared traumas, secret handshakes, and reminiscence of better days.

Friend groups in real life: Unshakably united by cryptic references to that one time one of you managed to mispronounce the word "shrimp".

[angel-b-torture]

[mysoulsecretsblog]

Still Yours, Somewhere

Distance took the space, not the feeling.

[angel-b-torture]

[shapeshifting-demons]

[calligrificator]

request:

Community college fucks

[angel-b-torture]

[purplethebunny]

Hearken

lyrics by Yaelokre

Running my hand on twine for chord A timorous glace from mine to yours Make me a melody, I muttered mousily (Mm, mm-mm) Hah, perfect! Speak your prose with none to please Weigh your elbows on my knees As uttered several times before Rhyme with your truth, ne'er to foreswore

To be drawn to you is a kindness Steadly strumming just to remind us Hm, give me a word Hearken? Perfect!

Hearken! Hearken? Hearken for a while For a while Hearken, hearken for a while

We could sway against the meadows (for a while) As our riddles rest beneath (for a while) As our verses hide away We could say: Let it be

Does you heart, too, whistle a wonder If the past is wed with the future Is the now a chance or a passage Only to be walked upon And if that is what they are after Solely to foretell or to remember It is us who are left above bedding Borrowing breaths, bothered not by an ending

Tara na, na Tara na, na Tara na, na, na Tara na, na Tara na, na Tara na nana nana

Forget your voice, forget your mind For when they find a way to wander We will let it all Hearken, hearken for a while Hearken, hearken for a while

We could sway above the meadows As our riddles rest beneath I will listen, I will listen I will let it be I will

Pararapa (la, la) Pararapa rarara (la, la) Pararara (la, la) Pararara rara (la, la) Parara (la, la, la)

Hearken! Hearken? Hearken! Hearken Hearken, hearken Hearken Hearken, hearken for a while

We could sway above the meadows As our riddles rest beneath As our verses hide away We could say: Let it be

For a while, for a while For a while, for a while For a while, for a while For a while, for a while For a while, for a while For a while, for a while