It's true that sometimes everything happens too much, but I think there's value in acknowledging that sometimes everything happens a reasonable amount and you're just being a dick about it. You've gotta recognise that you're being petty in order to properly lean into it!
"Your feelings are always valid" no, sometimes the dumb monkey who lives in my brainstem is straight up being an asshole. It's important that I know this – one cannot truly love one's dumb monkey without accepting its nature.
it fucking breaks my heart hearing käärijä go "...but i wasn't the best :(" when he literally scored the second most points EVER in eurovision public vote, second only to ukraine in 2022, like sweetie NO LISTEN, you WERE the best actually
“Sunset over the Grocery Box,” by me. The view from my father’s front yard in January 2014.
“Sunset at the End of My Driveway (Excluding Pavements Covered With the Shite of One Million Dogs)” by me.
“Sunset from My Front Yard Taken on an iPod Touch in 2010″
“Sunset in Nov 2021 Taken in the Parking Lot of the Pharmacy”
“sunset from the parking lot of the diner taken on an iphone 5 in 2016”
the view across the road partially eclipsed by house, 2017
Taken from a stepladder putting up Christmas lights
-2014, front yard
“Brewing Storm on an Evening Commute”
And “Finally, no Power Lines”
-Sept. 30, 2020, passenger seat of a moving Buick
Behind a near-defunct mall in super small-town OK. HUGE rays.
congrats on re-creating do you like the colours of the sky, lads
Rainbow above campus, 2023
käärijä and lord of the lost being besties: a thrilling saga
Because how could you post this and not link to the cover?
On the bright side the crowd screamed BITCH for him
united by music
As a free speech absolutist, only death could stop me from defending the rights of Twitter users to speak without censorship. Well, either death or a request from an autocratic leader asking that I censor certain content that could be sensitive for their regime. Whichever comes first.
A Möbius strip walks into a bar, sobbing.
The bartender asks, “What’s wrong, buddy?” The Möbius strip replies, “Where do I even begin?”
Honestly, in my work as a therapist, I’m seeing this A Lot, and tbh I still don’t have a satisfactory approach to it. A heavy dose of Existentialist “create your own Purpose” tempered with “when the plane’s going down, put your own oxygen mask on first”, but… yeah, there is no ethical way to work on individual emotional distress without acknowledging the systemic socioeconomic, geopolitical fuckery going on at the moment, and the sheer grief that comes with it.
I’m a guidance counselor/psychologist for teenagers and it’s getting really hard to motivate young people to work for a future they don’t believe in.
They look at ther future and see global warming, wwIII, unemployement, political unstability, poison in everything they eat, the earth and animals dying all around them.
I saw this video where someone was asking french teens in the 50s how they imagine the future would be. The war hadn’t been over for long and yet it was all positive with like peace and flying cars and such. Then they went and ask the same questions to nowadays teens and hell that was depressing. Some still had hope, but it was just that “well I hope I’ll have a nice house and maybe some kid” but there was such a hesitancy to it, like they didn’t dare to hope too much.
People mock Greta Thunberg but what they don’t get is that when she said “you stole my dreams”, it was the truth.
Young people don’t get to dream like they used to. They don’t dream anymore, they grief all that won’t be anymore and that’s just so fucking sad.
The fact that both the tweet and these reblogs are pre-pandemic makes this post even worse
theres too many pokemon games where you play as a kid whos full of life and full of potential. there needs to be a pokemon game where you play as a college dropout who lives in a shitty apartment
your starter pokemon are trubbish, rattata and glameow. which symbolise the trash you keep forgetting to take out, the rats living in your walls and the stray cat you keep trying to befriend but it keeps hissing at you.
you guys dont get it its not supposed to be dark and edgy its supposed to be living in a mundane setting and slowly rediscovering the wonder in the world by going on a journey with a magical trash bag that is your friend, its about love and recovery and coping with the stress of your adult life with your friend who is made of sentient garbage
I’ve never been so attached to literal trash before
I am similarly attached to the sentient trash. Can't wait to take him on little adventures
I feel like Germany really needs to draw the right conclusions from Eurovision: a) No one votes for us anyway at this point b) we're guaranteed a spot in the finale bc we're a member of the Big 5.
Conclusion: We can basically hold televisions across Europe hostage for 3 minutes and do what the fuck we like. Let some random security guy sing, elected 30 seconds before going on stage. Classical opera sung after breathing helium. Slightly sing-songy stand up comedy. Sneak in Die Ärzte under fake names and do whatever. A speed caricaturist drawing the competition while doing some half-hearted whistling. Host a drunk ballet performance.
What are they going to do? Ban us?
I volunteer to hold a lecture on java programming set to off-key flute music.
Why not make this a double-act?
the cats give each other a kiss in the sun
I can relate to this on every level
“postmortem decay set in SERIOUSLY quickly”




















