BIG CHALLENGES ‼
Megan Arkenberg
[ID: poem by Megan Arkenberg titled, “This Bus Stop Was a Coral Reef, Once”. it reads as follows: “Twenty thousand years ago, she said, / this whole city was the floor of an ocean / six thousand feet deep. / That’s why when you put your ear / to the shell of an airplane, you hear waves. / That’s why the ghosts in your apartment / are so big and hungry. /end ID]
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Stars on the street
Fusili on the grass
Forever thinking about the most graceless useless stunt cutaway shot in all of television history I love this show
i respect people who turn of rbs at a couple thousand notes but you should let me rb just once im a special handsome guy im not like those other rebloggers
Wow I miss them*
*OCs that only exist in my brain at all times and nowhere else
The use of difficulty ratings (easy/medium/hard) rather than levels of firmness (soft/firm/hard) to describe egg yolk viscosity implies the existence of higher difficulties such as "eggs over-legendary" and perhaps even "eggs over-nightmare"
the first physical object to break the laws of thermodynamics was invented by accident. a regular lithium ion battery that would never need to be recharged.
it was made by a mindless robot in a mindless factory. inserted into a cheap and durable mp3 player on June 5th, 2004.
the unassuming device was shipped to a walmart and bought as an 8 year old girl's birthday present. she happily filled it with mp3s her dad helped her download.
she never noticed the battery's unending lifespan, because she diligently charged it every night. on October 12th, 2004, she unplugged her headphones without pausing her music: Hillary Duff's self titled album, on repeat.
on October 13th, 2004, the device fell out of her pocket while she was swinging on a swingset. It landed in the mulch her dad put under the swingset to stop her from getting hurt. He loves her so much.
she never found the mp3 player. she cried and sobbed, and her mom bought her another one the next payday, October 21st, 2004. the little girl's second mp3 player would fully drain its battery 6 times before she stopped using it, on January 7th, 2007.
Hillary is still singing silently into the dirt, not even an output for the same 17 songs repeating only to the worms. a tulip patch was unknowingly planted over it. the girl died on March 19th, 2073, her wife knew it was coming, but mourned all the same. Hillary had the same repeated lyrics to say.
the last time this woman thought about Hillary Duff was on December 25th, 2056, while reminiscing about music she listened to in her youth with her wife. Hillary Duff was still singing for her as she brought her music up, even if the woman didn't know.
ROUND 1: ELAINE (seinfeld) VS BEOWULF (beowulf)
the poll is missing.
listen,
I'm listening
do you hear it?
Anonymous asked:
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🌩️ Share something spooky from one of your games (name the game, or let me choose).
the haunted pool minigame from such a lovely place (the first yccoatyl expansion) is still one of my faves
stupit thing cuz this scene made me think of tails you fucked up big time
being so fucking annoying about a subject on a regular basis that people associate it enough with you to call someone within it “your guy” is so funny. yeah that man is the lead singer of an acclaimed band but he is also My Guy, i guess. that’s true
“i saw a picture of your guy and thought of you. Here” well that man is not real and belongs to the world, but thank you. he is mine. And i’m going to stick beside him
the thing that is evil about tabletop games is only like five people in the whole world have to live with specific guys in their head. the essences of a little Matt Paint and Vista Smithsonian live inside me right now and i can’t make that everyone’s problem
last night i had a dream that i was at an outdoor fair and someone asked me to sign a petition and after i signed it they were like thanks so much! go pick out a prize! so i went into their booth and it was filled with hundreds and hundreds of tiny bottles of perfume and all the perfume had names like “i saw you eating greek yogurt at the reptile house at the zoo” and “you cut down the beautiful 100 year old oak tree in your yard” and i looked up and the perfume collection was called “guys i fucking hate”
