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Cosmic Funnies

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YOU ARE THE REASON

if i look back, i am lost
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Show & Tell

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I'd rather be in outer space šø
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seen from Sweden

seen from United States

seen from Spain
seen from Türkiye
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seen from France
seen from Slovenia
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seen from Venezuela
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@thunderboltandlightning
a mariokart named desire
that time andy samberg was a complete savage re: the guys choice awards
Honestly Andy Samberg is such a treasure.
beam me up scotty (beam me up inside) canāt beam up (beam me up inside)
the james bond. nameās bond
The Venn diagram of things I find funny and reasons Iām going to hell is a circle.
Letās see thereās John, Paul, George, Ringo and of course Umami (the āFifth Beatleā)
Subway
He looks at the concrete-encased automatic doors,
A beacon of humming, florescent light
Amidst large and dark window panes
Whose frames are painted with the same warm, romantic yellow
That the light cast by a streetlamp paints
Onto a concrete overpass ahead, the same light
That gently emanates from tiny apartment building windows,
Further still. The light seems to hold
Some impossible promise that heās long since learned to ignore.
The same promise pours into his ears,
Bleeding effusively from the silky,
Gravelly voice of the singer
Whose music was appropriated from some amalgam
Of imagined pasts he doesnāt understand and doesnāt fully want to.
Wondering if the hip, slightly inaccessible music heās worked so hard to love
Is any different from the inauthentic, sentimental crap on the radio,
He wishes, momentarily,
That heād given more attention to the music his friends enjoy
Unironically.
He wonders what all the people inside
Those tiny, glowing windows
Are doing. He wonders if any of them are looking out
And thinking the same thing
About the tiny, glowing, yellow subway station
Behind the amber-washed concrete overpass
That they see in the distance.
me: *texting my mom that i love her and that i hope she has a great day*
some middle aged artist across the street: *sees that i'm on my phone and creates a whole art piece about how cell phones are sucking the souls out of people and are the root of all evil*
8.26.15 - journal -Ā āThe Way we Seeā
What the hap is fuckening
At the grocery store: hey guy! Are you the manager? Doesnt matter. Whats this celery shit? Is this gonna give me cancer in my dick and balls? *Rips a package open and takes a bite* tastes like shit