:^)

[izzetheking]

So you don't care about leafs/berrys no more?... Lol..

ok when did i say that

[dragongirlsweetie]

hour 1 of shift: i love helping people and making people happy yay yay yay later today i am gonna go home and have fun and eat a tasty meal and work on my projects and

hour 6: if youu go to the store and buy groceriers you are a piece of shit

hour 8: if i wad 1 apples tall i could live off of one apple for a week... oh but it would rot away... no.... i hate the rot i hate the apple

[wagpastie]

got breathalyzed with kylie minogue playing in my car #beastmode

[pinniposting]

“get a job” nope im splashing in da pool

via

[deathwarlock]

meet me under the pier we are going beast mode

[funeral]

We might call this existential paradox the condition of individuality within finitude. Man has a symbolic identity that brings him sharply out of nature. He is a symbolic self, a creature with a name, a life history. He is a creator with a mind that soars out to speculate about atoms and infinity, who can place himself imaginatively at a point in space and contemplate bemusedly his own planet. . . . . Yet, at the same time . . . man is a worm and food for worms. This is the paradox: he is out of nature and hopelessly in it; he is dual, up in the stars and yet housed in a heart-pumping, breath-gasping body that once belonged to a fish and still carries the gill-marks to prove it. His body is a material fleshy casing that is alien to him in many ways—the strangest and most repugnant way being that it aches and bleeds and will decay and die. Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever. It is a terrifying dilemma to be in and to have to live with.

Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

[medievaljournalist]

wait here while my manservant fetches the anti-elf rifle

[cryptotheism]

What's the deal with dogheaded men? I was reading some early arthurian texts and those guys were always fighting dogheaded men, with absolutely no explanation given. Was it a common mythical monster? Was it a metaphor?

Dogmen were real. They had kingdoms and shit.

[notvoid]

[mewwon]

the vivid sensory-memory of sucking water out of a washcloth as a child

[fandaniel]

[vacuiterror]

[tracesofsandalwood]

Images from "Love Bites" by Del LaGrace,1991

[bxy]

Thaddeus Holownia

[vecb-art]

prints on my shop 🐇🩸

[brucebocchi]

i can be trusted around the box of ice cream sandwiches in your freezer

[afroesoteric]

Me

[enbaluka-tokyo-drift]