Peter B Parker and Mayday. Happy Father’s Day!
clark’s best articles are the ones covering brucie wayne’s most recent stunts
funniest thing about the “reddit migration” is that I haven’t seen a single post shitting on anyone coming from Reddit. when twitter started bleeding users everyone was firing rent-lowering posts but with redditors skittering about we’ve left the doors open and put out food bowls
Tags were too good to ignore.
Imagine being buried alive and then seeing this little guy with a backpack suddenly arrive
It gets better. The little backpack has a two-way radio.
So you’re trapped under rubble, and then a rat shows up. Flicks a switch on its little tumtum. And starts talking to you.
The Rescuers live action adaptation looks good as hell actually
bubble tea should be free as a public service given to girls who are in need of a little treat
gaining new followers is so embarrassing like hello and welcome, prepare to be disappointed! this is not a place a of honor!
To be fair if people are looking for a place of honour and they came to tumblr I don't know how to tell them
so "incubus" means someone who lies on top of something, and "succubus" means someone who lies underneath something, and the former also turns up in the word "incubate", which means to lie on top of an egg. To ensure closure we could therefore posit an analogous term "succubate", which would be something like this:
he is succubating.
I’ll reblog it for the important message but you guys are making this really fucking difficult
i spent $32 on this fucking bowl at the moma and at first i felt bad buying it bc it was so expensive but ive had a terrible day today and every time i look at my lil bowl im like :o) you know what. i can get through anything with this bowl by my side
i literally get what marie kondo was talking about now
bc everyone keeps requesting to see it filled :)
I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Time seems to pass differently. But the place is cozy and private so I have no complaints. And whenever I’m hungry, I go outside with my bowl and walk down the hill to the shore. Sometimes the lake is made of soup. Sometimes it’s huge pasta noodles the size of barges. Sometimes it’s breakfast cereal. Sometimes it’s dumplings the size of great whales. I dip my little bowl and take a portion and carry it back up to the house.
Today I found a new bowl! In its center is a little hill with a little house. I will carry it down to the shore and fill it up, and whomever lives in that little house can have a tiny portion of my meal. I hope they have a nice bowl to put it in..
I like when people refer to sex workers as “women of the night” I think it’s cool. Night time is when opossums come out
"Who the fuck are you, duh?"
I've loved MPGIS for a very long time, but lately... Lately I've just been OBSESSED with it OH MY GOD.
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