Annoyed with Twitter, dunno how to use Tumblr, an attempt will be made
Wall of art, fuck it
Wall. of. art!
Wall! of! art!
Critters o’clock
Not me, I am pirating It's a Wonderul Life image by image by having absolutely frame perfect pausing skills.
A lot of effort for a work in the public domain, but I respect the hustle.
What could we as a species accomplish if we didn't have to labor all day in hamburger mine to afford rock and roll disk
Listen, one time we put a guy in a giant flying bomb and shot him up into outer space and brought him back alive, and then we did it again, and then we did it so many more times it became just a thing we do now and "guy who gets shot into the heavens" is like a job kids can aspire to have. We did that while doing pretty much everything else in the slowest and least efficient ways possible.
i am fixated on this peanuts scene in particular. its so unsettling and dreamlike. lynchian in nature, down to the fucking sound design
This is it! This is the fateful clip! I saw this clip on twitter and it inspired me to make my Peanuts x Silent Hill zine last year!
Need to be mindful for our feathered friends!
You can also buy bags of duck treats at feed stores.
However if you are in North America it may be a good idea to forgo feeding ducks this year. Avian flu has been spreading rapidly though waterfowl, and encouraging them to cluster together can spread the virus faster and expose humans and pets to it because the virus is shed in feces.
I get how the whole "listening to music as a dick-measuring contest for who can listen to the most obscure band" thing can get grating sometimes but I don't think people realize just how vital that phenomenon is for new up and coming bands to get a foot in the door. it's understandable to be annoyed by hipsterism but unless you want all music to be industry plants and former child stars you're just going to have to accept it as part of the social ecosystem.
most of your friends probably won't go around hyping up your amateurish self-released bandcamp project, but you know who will? the most insufferable hipster jackass you'll ever meet.
[your best friend playing your music in front of someone else]: yeah haha this is my friend's band... i know it's kinda weird and rough around the edges but i'm kinda into it... if you're not tho i'll turn it off.
[pretentious music guy you've never met before playing your music in front of someone else]: yeah so i found this on bandcamp and it completely blew me away, no one is making music like this today, it's so raw and experimental and interesting, i can't believe they only have 3 listeners on spotify, they're brilliant, frankly if you don't like this music you should kill yourself,
they should invent a strain of weed called video essay
My Gf… Is A Bra
explain
Holds Boob
official boob post
doordashers do more for your community than the police ever will
back up the folks in old toyotas who bring my disabled ass groceries . I would literally starve to death without you
Not to expose myself as Old or anything, but I remember when I was a child and I would see fireflies in the summer nights.
There were so many I wanted to put them in a jar and have them light up by my bedside but my mother explained to me that this would kill them as they cannot survive inside a jar and so I settled for watching them. They were like magic to me. Embers that came and went with no fire in sight but themselves.
And now in the place I grew up, I see nothing. Just mosquitoes and ants and flies, large beetles if I’m lucky, but the only lights in the small hours of the night are on houses and street corners, burning with electricity while being so cold and lifeless. Moths wasting their lives flocking to them before getting caught and dying, growing the pile of carcasses that make the light from the bulbs hazy but not obscured enough to make a difference.
I remember summer nights when they were alive, and when days were full of butterflies instead of rows of houses sprayed neatly with poisons so their petunias and marigolds look brighter, and the sounds of shots and cats running down cottontails that would see purpose to those plants.
The lawns are now green, nourished by poisons and carcasses and blood, but when those flowers bloom in the garden, I fear there will be no one left to pollinate them.
*holding clipboard* hm…. *kisses your cheek* interestning… *writes down results on clipboard but the results are a drawing of us holding hands*










