Libraries and Special Collections on tumblr
Made some major additions to my collection of libraries and special collections that are active on here on good ole Tumblr. Check 'em out!

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Libraries and Special Collections on tumblr
Made some major additions to my collection of libraries and special collections that are active on here on good ole Tumblr. Check 'em out!
never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱
the reviews are in... glad everyone's enjoying song of the worm
[id: tumblr tags reading 'dude This Fucking Rules', 'holy fucking shit! that was legit so cool?', 'holy shit that is fucking metal', 'oh this fucks severely', 'yeah no this fucking SLAPS', 'yo this RULES']
Holy fucking shit this is one of the most incredible things I have ever read. I am dead serious. I PROMISE you that you want to read this, and you're going to immediately send it to all your weird friends who you also know will love it.
The original link is down -- you can read it at
Song of the Worm is a poem by Eliza Cook. THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domainIn the field that is stored with its millions of slain
• An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.
• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.
• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
• A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
• Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.
• A question mark walks into a bar?
• A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
• Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."
• A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
• A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
• Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
• A synonym strolls into a tavern.
• At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
• A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.
• Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.
• A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.
• An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.
• The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.
• A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.
• The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
• A dyslexic walks into a bra.
• A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
• A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.
• A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.
• A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony
- Jill Thomas Doyle
A zeugma walked into a bar, my life and trouble.
King Lear isn't one of my favourite Shakespeare plays. But then I watched the trailer for Stratford's production starring Paul Gross and I was like "yeah, I'm getting tickets"
Crow in Rain on Plum Branch by Kawanabe Kyosai (1880-89)
Also while we’re here I want everyone to appreciate that This
This wild, wonderful, beautifully animated and heartfelt queer story started here
Here, on tumblr, by an art student who was wrestling with his identity, mental health, and religious trauma
Tell your stories, kids, you never know how many people will thank you for it
Victor Vasarely
Shane Drinkwater
All images © Shane Drinkwater
You're on Tumblr a lot
This is my house
Seinfeld (1989 - 1998) 6.23 The Face Painter
Originally aired May 11, 1995
Oh my god
It’s been three years since DashCon and Fyre Fest has happened. Meaning that in accordance to the Rule of Three, in another three years, a third and final gathering catastrophe will occur with its own symbol joining the ball pit and concierge stand to create an ungodly trifecta.
I cannot wait.
Oh, dear God, it’s only two o'clock.
You can export of all of the content you’ve created for your blog, and we’ll package it up into a convenient ZIP file for you to download. To start the process, go to your account settings on the w...
if you run a NSFW blog or post NSFW content, here’s how to export your blog
Important for anyone, nsfw or sfw too
For the *extra* anxious; export your blog!
Whether or not you end up needing it, you can have it all in one handy dandy file.
Okay, regardless of ANYTHING else, this is an amazing tool.
I’m considering using this at the beginning of the year just to have a nifty little archive of everything I’ve done since starting the blog.
…might actually just go ahead and do this anyway…