soggers

stuff and things I assume

[wheezecheese]

"the boob on ich plague." -a german person with chest dysphoria.

I dont want people to find this

[softwaring]

[its-funnytwittertweets]

[mockva]

Boars love sweets

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Don't like that they can do that

[weaselle]

first i learn that alligators and crocodiles regularly climb trees, and now this!?

[eva-does-their-best-deactivated]

This proves that they can in fact see the sky, and that is good in this world.

[the-haiku-bot]

This proves that they can

in fact see the sky, and that

is good in this world.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

[importantdogimages]

[louisegluckpdf]

hate when someone asks how are you and you say good how are you and they say "oh not so great" or something. it's always like ohh okay i see we're being honest i thought we were playing pretend. can i have a do-over

[eggblackoutpoetry]

“egg egg”

[the-actual-ocean]

Ocean announcement:

it's all gone

[soggenedtortillachips]

It’s that damn grin of yours

The one that

Leaps

It seizes your cheeks and shines

And the twinkle from your eyes is

Plush

It settles just as smoothly

As the strength with which it beams

In later hours it will soften

To a quiet twitch in your lips

To match the

Plush

Air we build

To match the breath of twilight

To match the 

Ache

So defining of evening’s heart

But in the light you gleam

Your face bursts

Rays which

Cut

Through simple moments

Tearing rifts that do not burn

But are

Plush

With what’s to come

[kathyack-blog-blog]

(from Don Quixote)

[windows-in-art]

Franco Matticchio

[soggenedtortillachips]

In the in between

We furrow into foolishness

Occasionally interrupted by

Individual germination

And the weight of our dormant seeds

Which poke into the comfortable filth

Padding us on all sides

Each sprout seeks the sun

Sending shoots to find a world in which we aren’t

Tucked neatly beside each other

Where our grit has other surfaces

To sand down

We wrap ourselves in roots

Spinning endlessly to shock the new growth

Until it tires and grows

Instead

Accustomed 

And we stay snug

In the weight of our dormant seeds

[quezify]

rot series.... part 2!!! really happy with how these turned out! i focused more on texture this time, trying to capture that orange peel feel 🍊 i'm also so stoked with the glazes i bought, they're exactly what i was looking for (even if i need to work on coverage with the mold portions.) i think next run through i'm going to really push the shapes and attempt lids...

[milfyspamton]

anyone remember what these things are called like little cartoony expressive doohickies i think they have a real name but i can’t remember

[milfyspamton]

im not fucking crazy.

[milfyspamton]

if i have one more person say sparkles on this post im gonna blow i swear to god

[evengirlierballs]

They're squeans I'm pretty sure! If they pop like that anyway. But the term for this kind of "symbol to refer to the general vibe of something in art" is called "Emanata" because it emanates from a person or object.

[loveletters2myself]

source? it was revealed during my nature walk.

[t4nku-deactivated20240405]

what's more fucked up

finding out you're secretly a robot

finding out you're secretly a clone

Voting ended onApr 2, 2024

[t4nku-deactivated20240405]

you're required to participate in this poll btw. i need data

[permian-tropos]

tumblr what is wrong with you first the walrus vs fairy thing and now this? are you saying it's less fucked up to find out you're not a biological organism than find out you're a human created from one parent-twin who is genetically identical to you?

[hamletthedane]

Clone: horror at the lie of your body (for what purpose? how many are there? are they like you?)

vs.

Robot: horror at the lie of your mind and your humanity itself (have you ever actually had a thought of your own, or is everything you are/you think/you understand just created by another person’s brain? whose mind/brain are you?? whose thoughts are in your head?? What does it mean to “think” when you’re only a manmade echo of humanity constructed from Boolean logic loops? Do you even have a soul?)

There’s a CLEAR ANSWER HERE.

[distortiondragon]

clone: you are the theft of another being, inextricably tied by the blood running through your veins they may not have even given to you. you aren't you, you're them, you were made to be them, you're not different, there shpuld not be a you, you are them,

robot: ok well im a robot so show me my blueprints so i can install a sword in my arm to beat up ppl that i dont like. what the fuck ever. can i run doom

[soggenedtortillachips]

being a clone is being excess. No one ever thinks of clones as fully real. You’re not the “real” you, you’re not even totally considered a person because, well, you’re plagiarized, kind of. You were created for some abnormal purpose, and the rest of your life and the sum of your experiences is ultimately meaningless because, I have to stress this, you’re not You. Not to mention the possibility of meeting the person who IS You, and realizing that either your personality is not unique to you at all, and was actually just your genetics, or that you never measured up to them to begin with.

[peachyvillehorror]