Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature
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hello vonnie
Xuebing Du
Sweet Seals For You, Always
titsay
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
occasionally subtle
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Love Begins
Keni
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Mike Driver
JVL
oozey mess
if i look back, i am lost
EXPECTATIONS
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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@systemhead
For thousands of years humanity has selectively bred chickens to have larger breasts and to have to lay eggs constantly. We did it to get more meat and per chicken, but from the perspective of the domesticated chickens they’re sorta living in a very specific fetish scenario
It's so weird to me how people talk about advances in robotics as if we aren't in the "flying IEDs" era of warfare. Whether it's the dogs or the new sea urchin things, everyone says "they're gonna strap guns on these to kill you btw" as if militaries all over the world aren't building drones that can fly into a window and blow up a specific room in a building. Sorry but "gun droid" as a concept got leapfrogged a long time ago lol
I just purchssed the rights to the deltarune musical for 850,000$
Thank you sensitive pervert. This will save Tenna’s odds of winning the sexyman poll
Dont know who/what that is, this was purely a business decision to extract money from children
the circus is empty, all of the monkeys are here
the digital circus are empty, all of the amazing are here
two groom, one bride
The Night of the Hunter - Directed by Charles Laughton, 1955
A tall, handsome “preacher”—his knuckles eerily tattooed with “love” and “hate”—roams the countryside, spreading the gospel…and leaving a...
WATCH THIS GODDAMN MOVIE!!!
When I first woke up, I thought to myself “I don’t need to be happy. Not everyone is meant to be happy. Some people are meant for something other than happiness.” I settled.
Then, time went on, I thought to myself “I don’t need to beautiful. Not everyone is meant to be beautiful. Some people aren’t meant to be ends, but means.” I settled.
Now my eyes open, my heart starts immediately, brain interprets waking as an inherent source of stress, and the struggle begins “I don’t need to be loved. I suppose I’m the exception…”
This narcissism shit will kill you and you won’t even be able to ask for help.
pretending to forgive my inner child so it comes out of hiding and i can deliver the final blow
Section One we see the days procession has settled upon the CN tower for some reason because every day is different and for some reason of course the Owen Pallett song here but some days also random old pines or maybe a particular jungle gym and maybe perhaps a beloved streetlight or maybe a particularly important unmarked grave of a valiant prehistoric personage unknown or maybe a site of a first love and today the cn tower haha, and here is the procession of all the people who died today too early, just in time, too late, they all are marching together and we get to see brief glimpses of each life and how it either matters or does not they died, somehow the truth of all things peels through, the little objects, smiles, the bottoms of forgotten drawers where the truest part of their story came to rest at last, everything they touched, the young help the old and the old help the young, there is no hate, there is no joy, there is only the people, and there is no afterlife, no reincarnation, but there is the procession, because there has to be a task after death, after life, even if there is nothing else to come, here is a baker from Greece, a smoker and a boring man but never a bad father, a young boy carrying a much younger girl, apparently both with disease, confused perhaps, and there and there many older, as per statistics, and we see them leave, and time doesn’t really end or begin or allow for the right pace, it is the same slow but efficient speed every day, we see it all, we sweep over every life, and then nothing, and the day, and our story, begins
kids are smoking the feathers of wistful summer days to get high
history of speech bubbles
All I need to figure out is how to be a woman so I can be a woman that acts like a boy so I can not be a man and can have sex with girls who feel like boys and want to be women who have never had men (or maybe have, but not the way they want) but seemingly want men but actually generally want women who act like boys a little bit (and maybe a man, sometimes, in applied scenarios) all the while what I really like is men, but women, as we all agree, just tend to be better, and really, truly, we probably all want both and to be everything (except, of course, a man)
