this post seems to have broken containment and if anyone's interested in what they were telling me to stop, i found the og post with this song and was mass reblogging it at an alarming rate. ive done this multiple times but i think this was the instance i reblogged it 64 times in a row
art teachers will insist that messing up is apart of the process and make specific assignments so we can mess up and learn what we did wrong and then they will give us grades based off of how good we do and how professional it looks instead of how hard we tried.
oh the urge to run away and just never be seen again. the urge to be nothing but a past character in someones life. they wonder vaguely where i went but just move on as they slowly forget about me. who i was. who i could have been. the dream to slip away entirely unnoticed with no consequences.
What do you get when you mix schooling fish and metal music? 🐟🤘
Pure coordinated chaos. Thousands of bodies moving, shifting, swirling to driving beats. [sound on]
Spiraling schools of fish evade predators as each individual reacts immediately to its neighbors.
Mosh pits work in the same way—people move instinctively, feeding off energy, momentum, and rhythm.
No leader. No plan. Just raw, collective motion.
We channeled that energy into one hour of schooling fish to mosh to. Get ready to rockfish in our latest installment of Kriller Waves Radio!
Get ready to rockfish in our latest installment of Kriller Waves Radio! 🐟🤘What do you get when you mix schools of anchovies, sardines, and m
You spoke, and we listened! And a good April Fools joke bears repeating (and staying up all year!) What other animals or genres of music should we feature in our next Krill(er) Waves Radio?
genuinely one of the saddest parts of this new era of the internet is how hard it is to rick roll someone now. with people's attention spans shortening so much, they wouldn't even get through the first few bait seconds before clicking off the video. like i saw a comment that ended with "btw i made all of this up" and the replies kept treating it so seriously because none of them finished the entire 4 sentence comment. and We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I (do I) A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
i was reading a book and it turned out to be hella transphobic but hey they talked about us like we had a vicious hedonistic disease that had the symptoms of transcending god and bending the concept of biology for our own pleasure. so at least i got an ego boost from it.
Incredibly violent take of mine but I actually don’t think you need to relate to a story in any way to enjoy it. You can enjoy a story even if you can’t point at a character and insert some aspect of your personality or identity into them. In fact I would argue the need for a character like that to be present in every single story you experience is a sign of stunted growth.
i hate when bitches say all men suck and then immediately make it clear im an exception and i dont count. wow you insulted half of the population and also said i dont count as a man that makes me feel great
rolling snake eyes is a bad thing. being a snake in the grass is a bad thing. being cold-blooded is a bad thing. the english language is so fucking hostile for snakes why do you hate us so bad
he's a painfully honest and sincere oil salesman. he's not selling miracle cures he's telling you exactly what it is. and what it is, is oil. he's got olive oil coconut oil corn oil. every kind of oil you can think of
