kingofdoma:

anxietyproblem:

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An image from an old newspaper (The Cincinnati Enquirer, Ohio, February 21, 1947) that reads "The saying, “Life is just one damn thing after another,” is a gross understatement. The damn things overlap."ALT

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frog-memes:

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literary-sparks:

“Elphaba and Glinda only loved Fiyero, not each other” this and “Elphaba and Glinda never loved Fiyero, only each other” that. What about “Glinda is a comphet lesbian who never loved Fiyero romantically but still loved him as a dear friend and Elphaba is bisexual and loved them both”

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duvgaleni:

>two parts oatmeal one part milk

that shit goes down smooth as silk

>two parts oatmeal one part rice

kinda weird but could be nice

>two parts oatmeal one part stew

now it’s getting hard to chew

>two parts oatmeal one part mole

um no thanks i’m really full

>two parts oatmeal one part mouse

what the fuck dude leave my house

>two parts oatmeal one part arm

where’d that come from who’d you harm

>two parts oatmeal one part ned

who is that oh god he’s dead

>two parts oatmeal one part gourd

oh fuck yeah i’m back onboard!

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riverlarking:

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the page not found design for the national museum in warsaw. because they have this painting and they’re bragging

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phight-club:

bi-rex:

which one is dan and which one is phil again?

no one knows for sure. they’re kinda vague about it and there’s a lot of speculation going on. whatever the case is, it’s really none of our business.

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tentacleteapot:

can I fucking help you, my liege

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ironmyrmidon:

northshorewave:

“Not beating the ___ allegations” is such a ‘now’ turn of phrase, implying as it does a world where everyone’s behavior is always on literal trial by a guilt-presuming judge and jury that consists of anyone who happens to be paying attention.

Not beating the panopticon allegations

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polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup:

I cannot put into mortal words how fucking badly I want that swedish goat to burn. We live in a modern surveillance hellscape and not only is big brother watching you but he’s monitoring your purchase habits so he can sell you a smart refrigerator that will spy on you for the cia. the full weight of modern technology can be rallied to protect that straw monument to human hubris and I want us to burn it anyway. I want the might of modern society to crumple in the face of a drunk swede with a zippo lighter. we can do it just take my hand

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two-hundred-percent-trash:

If Lady Aranessa Royce has a million fans, I’m one of them. If Lady Aranessa Royce has ten fans, I’m one of them. If Lady Aranessa Royce has one fan, then Sir Julien Davinos has stabbed me through the heart. If Lady Aranessa Royce has no fans, then Sir Julien Davinos and I have killed each other over the title “President of the Lady Aranessa Royce Fanclub”. If the world is against Lady Aranessa Royce, then I am against the world.

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