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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Claire Keane
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Stranger Things
we're not kids anymore.
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Misplaced Lens Cap
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
DEAR READER

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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Peter Solarz
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Cosmic Funnies
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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@thenewalternative
every so often i will come across a macklemore lyric that just… catches me so fucking off guard
throw back to this absolute gem. first lyric of the song.
no i did not do the readings. its literally winter. you're lucky i made it out of bed
every day. every single day i wish my taxes went to making the train and the hospital free instead of innovating new ways to kill people in other countries
I cannot work a job I don't have time. every day I need to sleep 24593280 hours
@chbnet event 20 → free for all
In a way, it’s nice to know that there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame when things go wrong.
HELLO??
Whats not to get? Moron.
target audience
and while we’re at it, fuck this idea that ONE ACCOUNT has to belong uniquely to ONE PERSON. This is the same thing these silicon valley fucks want; their vision of the future where everyone has a unique biometric ID code implanted in their body is the ultimate extension of Netflix’s “no password sharing” policy. You want to use your friend’s car? Sorry, you can’t, you need to be an authorized user. Your mother wants to let you look something up on her OED account? Too bad! That’s only for her! The concept of perfect market efficiency gives them greedy little money bag eyes.
If I pay money to have a newspaper sent to my house, they don’t charge me extra when I show it to my dad. This password sharing thing isn’t just a Netflix problem; don’t be surprised if it shows up elsewhere in other forms. Stamp this idea out now or we’ll be stuck with it.
Cinder’s wedding dress from the Cinder’s Adventure ebook.
Don’t worry, this isn’t a spoiler. It’s just her dress and nothing else.
i love saying i will be “without access” to email. it’s a lie. i am fully capable of accessing my emails. i simply will not be.
having access to email is a state of mind, one I do not want
if someone tried to assassinate me that would make me feel so important and valued and beloved
i think in the age of celebrity culture and kpop stannies and rpf shippers we need to normalize knowing fuck all about your favorite bands. what ? the lead singer has a name.. that’s crazy..!
I'll never get over how fucking ridiculous the post-hunger games dystopian YA trend was. Every book was "society is sorted into *rolls dice* 5 groups based on *picks card* astrology signs. It is illegal to *throws dart at wall* sing. The main character is special because she *spins wheel* knows how to read. Two boys are in love with her."
A housewife takes a lover during the day, while her husband is at work. Not aware that 9 year old son was hiding in the closet. Her husband came home unexpectedly, so she hid her lover in the closet. The boy now has company.
Boy: ‟Dark in here.” Man: ‟Yes it is.” Boy: ‟I have a baseball.” Man: ‟That’s nice.” Boy: ‟Want to buy it?” Man: ‟No, thanks.” Boy: ‟That’s my dad outside.” Man: ‟How much did you say the baseball was again?” Boy: ‟$250.”
In the next few weeks, it happens again that the boy and the mom’s lover are in the closet together.
Boy: ‟Dark in here.” Man: ‟Yes, it is..” Boy: ‟I have a baseball glove.” Man: ‟That’s nice.” Boy: ‟Want to buy it?” Man: ‟No, thanks.” Boy: ‟I think I just remembered something I needed to tell my dad.” Man: ‟How much did you say the glove was again?” Boy: ‟$750.” Man: ‟Fine.”
A few days later, the father says to the boy, ‟Grab your glove. Let’s go outside and toss the baseball!” The boy says, ‟I can’t. I sold them.” The father asks, ‟How much did you sell them for?” The son says, ‟$1,000.” The father says, ‟It’s terrible to over-charge your friends like that. That is way more than those two things cost. I’m going to take you to church and make you confess.”
They go to church and the father alerts the priest and makes the little boy sit in the confession booth and closes the door.
The boy says, ‟Dark in here.” The priest says, ‟Do not start that shit again.”
Something about masks feels so appropriately... historic.
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