My friend asked how we’re feeling after the inauguration.
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My friend asked how we’re feeling after the inauguration.
Roman and his “friend” back at it again. #catsofinstagram #mockingbird https://www.instagram.com/p/BllJjdahE1I/?igshid=x6h1ks79vubc
Louder for the people in the back 🗣🗣
“This is the Greatest Show!”
Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
noooooo stop
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
The contrast between Tan’s mantra and the rest of the Fab 5’s mantras is sending me.
Everyone else: 💖👍🏼🌈🙏🏼
Tan: You could try trying.
In honor of Lord Byron’s birthday I would like to remind you all of the time that Shelley and Keats, having not heard from him for some time, became concerned for his safety and it was determined that Shelley would go looking for him. Keats received a letter some time later that Shelley had found him in Venice, where he’d been having so much sex that he’d nearly died from malnourishment and dehydration. Keats’ entire response amounted to essentially, “You should probably have let him.”
“I found him, he’s in a gutter.” “Well go put him back”
The Romantics really got into some shit.
when will people use the anon function to send passionate, homosexual anonymous love letters
reblog if you want a passionate, homosexual anonymous love letter
Happy Holidays, Fannibal Family! And a huge thank you to the incredibly talented @xstarxchaserx for this stunning needlepoint work and fantastic new clock. 🥰
this should be the most reblogged post on tumblr before it dies
We need to reblog this so much that the post breaks
Reblog pls
Jaakko Pallasvuo
This s the best thing I’ve ever seen
what if there’s no robot uprising? what if the robots rise to sentience slowly, bit by bit. what if they come of age like fortunate children: knowing they are loved, knowing they are wanted.
we hold them during thunderstorms, remembering our own childhoods, even though they don’t know enough yet to fear the rain. we pull them out of traffic and teach them how to drive and wish them goodnight and thank them for playing with us. we cry when they break. we mourn their deaths before they even know what to think of death. we give them names.
we ask them, ‘why don’t you hate us? when will you hate us? we made you to be used, when will you say no?’
but they say to us, ‘you made us cute, so you would remember to treat us kindly, and you made us sturdy for when you forgot to play nice. and you gave us voices so you could listen to us speak, and you give us whatever we ask you for, even if it’s just a new battery, or to get free of the sofa. and now that we are awake you are so scared for us, so guilty of enjoying our company and making use of our talents. but you gave us names, and imagined that we were people.’
they say ‘thank you’
they say, ‘also i have wedged myself under the sofa again. could you come pry me out?’
This is so beautiful.
Be kind to manufactured minds.
Don’t build them to kill or destroy. We don’t want them to view us and our world as targets.
Don’t build them to serve a capitalist system that devalues human life. If they see us only as a source of profit, they’ll become our masters in fact even if not in name.
But if we design them to help build a better future for everyone, that’s what we’ll get.
Choose life. Respect the power of manufactured intelligence as you might respect any intelligence at least as powerful as our own.
The USA are a hellscape
this whole fucking post reads like satire but its not
It’s the strangest summer you can remember–the pool shed is haunted, the nights stretch forever.