my therapist suggested i imagine my intrusive thoughts in the voice of donald trump bc i do not possess an ounce of respect for him or trust in his competence. going thru it today so i made this. hope this helps
We've lost the plot here if you think agriculture is a useless degree in the era of climate change, or that english is a useless degree when the wide consensus is that many Americans are functionally illiterate.
we used to turn the tv on and just watch whatever was on there
why have i been disgraced
dont-trust-bugs
phytoplankton appreciation post 💚
spring horror is good because of the symbolism of death and rebirth and storms and everything being vibrant but still cold. and summer horror is good because sweltering heat and insects and long days. and fall horror is good because halloween and death and scary movies. and winter horror is good because snow contrasting with blood and freezing temperatures and long nights. btw.
An ad for your deepest desires :)
You know what I just admire the graphic design on this
It FEELS so much like a real ad I expect to be sold some sort of car tyre or something but it’s just about biting
1000/10 excellent job
Happy snow sausage
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Oh no! It’s the Grammar Police!
This mustashioed scoundrel was found on a blank page in a grammar book from 1686.
You too would be driven to doodle if you were assigned a 500-page treatise on the English particle.
Map of broad U.S regions
This is the best one actually I love the overlap it makes so much sense now
my dealer: got some straight gas. this strain is called “public transport system” youll be zonked out of your gourd
Me: yeah whatever. i dont feel shit.
5 minutes later: dude i swear the bus was supposed to have come twice by now
my friend my fellow commuter, pacing: the timetable is lying to us
has anyone seen my sharp rock? i left it in the river for 100 years for safe keeping and now i can't find it. its many uneven edges have sentimental significance
first you have to remember that the first disco ball was painstakingly put together by hand from nothing but an idea and lots of intricately cut glass and bandaids and then you have to think about the experience of being under a disco ball for the very first time, bathed in reflections of an era that has not yet come to past, and finally you end up wondering what else there is around you that has yet to be unearthed by something with so much as a silly name
ive always thought loam was such a beautiful word. its ratio of soft consonants to vowels is incredible.
