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Tiny & Tired

@goregeousity / goregeousity.tumblr.com

True stories seldom have endings.
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Love when people describe something with a large amount of cream in it as “creamy”

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I want to try a sensory deprivation tank sooo bad

Ultimate nap zone

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c3rvida3

Everybody say a silent prayer for me as I smash the head of baby Jesus clean off this statue in the name of art.

I just cannot for the life of me figure out how to snap this kid's neck without breaking his mom, but giving him a new, cooler head is vital to my vision and it simply gotta go.

So the thing about that is, I gave up and crushed it with a wrench and the shards flew all over the place.

Just like in the Bible.

Massive hater alert from the graven images fandom.

Anyway,

Oh, Deer Lord.

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i'm not subscribed to dracula daily, but honestly my favourite genre of posts to come out of it is "people acting like dracula was written this year because they're getting it in their email inbox now"

guys, help! there's meta critique of victorian misogyny in my victorian novel! problematic?????????

i am obsessed with these people because yes you can just like. find out it's not exactly breaking news but also the implication they've somehow never seen a single one of the approximately 70 bajillion adaptations of dracula in their life

ob. sessed.

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This is your yearly reminder to donate to Wikipedia

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memorycycle

some beetles cant fly but they dont mind. they are more armored than agile and in certain situations this is desirable

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Sneha Solanki  ‘The Lovers’

Two networked machines, one infected with a virus, slowly infects the other through the interface of classic romantic poetry.

A breakdown in the relationship was inevitable once the virus had seeped into the memory of one machine and then into the other through a singular network cable affecting the poetic text files. Communication between the two deteriorated, leading to irrational & at times odd behaviour. Each machine reacted with equal confusion and conflict. The interface text became an illegible poetic mutation of itself.

[ID: Two computers facing each other, connected to one another, on rectangular platforms. The room is backlit in red. End ID.]