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tannertan36
hello vonnie

Kaledo Art
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
One Nice Bug Per Day

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Three Goblin Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Andulka
Today's Document
Peter Solarz
$LAYYYTER
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@tiltingatm3
commie suggestion
dont dress your newborn in pink or blue dress them in red
“So is it a boy or a girl?” “Its a comrade”
The life and times of space Socrates
I've got my forty ounce, and a system to overthrow. No one to worry about, and nowhere to go. I traded in my hope for a hangover and a headache. I'm contemplating rope, but can't tie knots that great. Who needs love? Not me! Who needs friends? I got me! Who needs drugs? Me! Who needs sex? I got me!
@electricrainbowmudslide @sixlaughablefortuities
anxiety: everyone hates u me: idk i dont think that- anxiety: everyone hates u and ur mad ugly me: damn u right :/
I can’t help but dream about a kind of criticism that would not try to judge, but bring an oeuvre, a book, a sentence, an idea to life; it would light fires, watch the grass grow, listen to the wind, and catch the sea-foam in the breeze and scatter it. It would multiply, not judgments, but signs of existence; it would summon them, drag them from their sleep. Perhaps it would invent them sometimes – all the better. All the better. Criticism that hands down sentences sends me to sleep; I’d like a criticism of scintillating leaps of the imagination. It would not be a sovereign or dressed in red. It would bear the lightning of possible storms.
Foucault, the Masked Philosopher, 1980. (via tiltingatm3)
trust the shit
my uber driver asked if we wanted to listen to his song and I regretfully said yes
I was trying to do a sort of remake of another hand I had before but I don’t think this turned out as great as it could’ve been ..
oh my god
IVE BEEN TOLD YET AGAIN BY SOME RUBE THAT ROUSSEAUS SECOND DISCOURSE ON INEQUALITY IS MORE “RADICAL” THAN MY 138 ENTRY LONG INUYASHA FANFICTION WHERE KAGOME IS A NIHILIST AND ALSO HER NAME IS CHABGED TO “HYPER-ULTRA”. ALL AUTHORSHIP IS SELF INSERTION BRAD IM SORRY IF YOU DONT “” GET IT"“
I love how the internet keeps up with these little dates lol