bonus/proof:
we tipped her well dw. best waitress ever 🍒
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pixel skylines
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
trying on a metaphor
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noise dept.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Keni
we're not kids anymore.

Kaledo Art
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
One Nice Bug Per Day
Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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JBB: An Artblog!

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bonus/proof:
we tipped her well dw. best waitress ever 🍒
really big extra-large size moth found on malgana and nhanda country in wa if you even care
Endoxyla cinereus I thinks aka giant wood moth. Real creature & not ai!
I do care and wish to pet
I have to upload this as a video bc you can see her think this in real time
OP you just can't leave out this golden comment
Oh yeah. Happy Two Six Two Six (2/6/26)
OP theaverycottage on TikTok ♡
ALFRED JOSEPH CASSON (1898-1992)
Sea-Fever
by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Inscription over the gate to the Grove Street Cemetery in New Haven CT. 2016
gothic horror is when there's a location. cosmic horror is when there's an unauthorized fucking Thing. folk horror is when you're outside.
counterpoint
cosmic horror is when the Thing is Not Familiar, the Location Makes No Fucking Sense, and the Outside is BIG.
gothic horror is when The Thing is Of Your Own Making, the Location has a Deeply Bloody History, and the Outside is Wet and Cold and Is Caging You In.
folk horror is when the Thing Should Be Familiar, But Is Not, the Location Should Be Pleasing, But Is Not, and the Outside is Trying Very Hard To Kill You
doing things at the right age is literally a made up concept. you can start/pursue anything at any age. btw.
remember remember
Went to the grocery store with my kindergartener. We weighed some bananas: 2 pounds even. We weighed a watermelon: 4 pounds even. We weighed some mangos: a little over 1 pound. We weighed the watermelon AND the bananas: 6 pounds even.
“That’s funny” said the child “because 2+4=6 and two pounds and four pounds is six pounds. It’s like the same as math!”
“What happens if you add 6+1?”
“SEVEN”
“What if we put one pound of mangos on the scale?” <mangos added>
“IT’S THE SAME!!”
“OK, what’s 7-4?”
“Three?”
“What if we take the four pound watermelon off the scale?” <watermelon removed>
“Mama! Are you telling me math works In Real Life? Think of all the things you could measure!!”
Three years ago today. I love this bit of video. Not sure why.
Because this looks like a Monet painting or an old watercolour anime background come to life?! I was in utter disbelief until it started moving.
how many tons of cement would we need to fill in Silicon Valley, hypothetically speaking
enough that if you poured it all at once, the exothermic curing reaction would also succeed in melting it
so we do it very slowly then
no, you misunderstand, that’s the point. if we pour it quickly, the core of the concrete mass will become molten, along with everything trapped within. we won’t just be burying silicon valley. we’ll be melting it. we will erase it from history, so no foolish future civilization will ever have to face the grim possibility of accidentally unearthing it.
tens of thousands of years from now, when the molten core of concrete, metal, glass, and horrible tech industry culture solidifies into an unrecognizable mass, we will be able to safely mine it to reclaim the metals, which will have conveniently sorted themselves by density.
we need visionaries like yourself in public office
I don’t blame Disney for my unrealistic expectations for men. I blame Book Faramir.
The art of Angus McBride