[nobrashfestivity]

Harald Sohlberg, Early 1900s

[wings-of-angels]

How it feels to be a hater but u only hate in private with ur best friend so it hurts nobody

[huariqueje]

Long dandelions in overwintered grass - Paula von Goeschen-Rösler

German , 1875-1941

Paper cut, gouache on Japanese paper , 35.8 x 40.8 cm. 

[sheherlockholmes]

[ld14u2]

[datadegroove-deactivated2026042]

the power of a bowl of rice mixed with some fucking bullshit cannot be overstated

[murdershegoat]

Dozens of NYC Subway riders, fresh off a Robyn concert, singing “Dancing On My Own” while waiting for the E train. (Video by Triszh Hermogenes) 

[biokitty]

I’m reblogging this again because the absolute joy in this video is something I haven’t seen in such a long time that I’d forgotten this aspect of humanity.

[pi4nobl4ck]

crazyest new anime

[modelsof-color]

Anyier Anei by Julien Vallon for Número Magazine June 2026

[fartbong-rewritten]

on the side of a desk I just bought secondhand.

[stitchposts]

[dailycatsblog]

[hedgehog-moss]

I didn’t know fondue was a thing outside USA—stupid but i thought it was like, fake cheese that we would melt to dip tiny weenies in. Looked it up and found out it’s Swiss—so probably more people than I realized enjoy it! I would love to try a fondue of local cheese, but that’s not easy to come by where i live. Enjoy yours!

I'm sorry but I am so morally disoriented by the concept of 'fake cheese' that I have trouble focusing on any other aspect of your message. What is fake cheese?? You say that like it's a perfectly understandable and emotionally neutral combination of words. I feel like I've just been handed a koan.

Then you add the phrase “tiny weenies" like it's the logical next step rather than a new psychological event. From my (very French) perspective the sentence "fake cheese to dip tiny weenies in" sounds like such a unique cultural artefact in itself, like a linguistic diorama to be displayed in a vitrine. This is not meant as a negative judgment of you or your country! just my earnest ethnographic confusion as I try to grapple with the concept of "tiny weenies" from a place of "fake cheese" trauma...

I had no idea fondue was seen this way in the US—I thought we (as a species) had a collective working definition of it, a sort of global consensus like the commutative property of addition, so the idea that in some corners of the world "fondue" means “fake cheese to dip tiny weenies in” has made me remember that you can just flay language off reality like skin. There's also a non-zero chance for this phrase to have activated a sleeper agent in Lausanne and authorised targeted elimination under the Académie Française’s emergency powers.

The concept of fondue now feels violently theoretical but I wish you many delicious ones in the future though :) You have politely disintegrated a couple of foundational concepts I'd never realised I relied on, which is always enriching. I won't recover, but thank you for sending this!

[targetedknowledge]

[quillusquillus]

incredible sounds happening here

[tragbarerpanzrabwehrkomplexfagot]

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

How did it get up there

[piratekayte]

It’s difficult to tell - typically light fixtures are installed using some combination of screws and brackets to affix them to the wall, but in this case the actual point of connection is obscured by a cat.

[heedra]

In elementary school, my best friend and I had this game we would play where we were school supplies living inside a child's desk and going on slice-of-life adventures inside it. And I remember that a key component of our school supply society was a sort of religious schism that existed around the purpose and nature of the giant hand that occasionally reached in to grab different citizens, use them, and then return them, because most school supplies considered this an auspicious and enviable moment of being selected for a greater purpose and allowed a glimpse of a vast truth, but pencils considered it a horrible portent of doom because they always got sharpened during it and came back smaller and closer to death. We were third graders btw.

[quannaix]

I want everyone to see this section of a mostly unredacted judgement I’ve been reading. Mostly it’s fine, but occasionally they have to X out a word or a profit margin or something. But then I encountered paragraph of the year.

[quannaix]

[henk-heijmans]

Colorful field on the plain of Castelluccio di Norcia in springtime during an explosion of blossoming, Italy, 2013 - by Roberto Bettacchi, Italian