[weirdness-is-good]

[coughloop]

big mans tanning in the sun.. what a life lived.

[starcures]

new boot goofin

[seralicetarrant]

Tracking those paw prints all over the place...

[crittaslink]

I gotta hand it to sandler that this scene is exactly what listening to that song feels like.

[cuppydogshane]

My Name is 8 PM. and I am always arriving when you atrent Looking

[venusswasaboy]

I quote this and laugh to myself very, very often.

[horsefigureoftheday]

Nova's tips for beating the heatwave:

1. Check that you have good access to shade trees, a shelter custom made to fit you and all your friends, and plenty of good airflow

2. Find the hottest, sunniest, and least windy part of you pasture and lay down

3. Make sure you look as much as possible like you have died of heatstroke

4. Get your friends in on it

[prince-of-goths]

A horse's biggest purpose in life is to make you think they died

[syn4k]

"lock in" is probably one of the most important phrases to enter the public lexicon in the 2020s

[joyflameball]

[throo]

Wh-what do you mean it’s from a birthday cake

[throo]

We could have been eating him

[shadow-banned-the-hedgehog]

[gokusclit]

“Girls w boyfriends aren’t your enemies” I mean I wish that was true but too many women let their bfs take them over like the symbiote So

[warcrimesimulator]

[rainbow-femme]

His strength is that he is biscuits

[mysterycat-official]

I lowkey hate when programs talk to me in a friendly way. "don't worry, nearly there!" Shut up. It should say "loading 64.3% completed. Do not turn off device" and absolutely nothing else. You arent my friend you are computer. Act like it

[gauntletqueen]

@alexmey-does-an-arts Correct.

[plumstreet]

WHERE is that poem about that person learning all about their partners hyperfixation before getting dumped the last line is like "love is a stack of books on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end" I need it to feel whole help me please

[cielosky]

NYT Tiny Love Stories, 2/11/2020

A Bookmark Near the End

He loves history. He wanted to write a biography of John Quincy Adams. I, shamefully, knew almost nothing about John Quincy Adams, so I went online and bought every biography of him I could find. One day, he called me, claiming that we wouldn’t work out long term. He said he loved me but that we had different interests. “What does love mean to you?” I said. “That’s an impossible question,” he replied. I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end. — Julia Nicole Camp 

[zephyr-of-death]

how am I supposed to stay sane after reading this smh

[lokaror]

*defensively* not all of us were taught the wheels on the bus go round and round in school

[maudgone]

Poop before shower ultimate power

Poop after bath you're on the wrong path

[zegalba]

Paul Cooper: 'Living Sculpture' (2001)