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PEQUEÑO Y GORDO Y ENOJADO EN 2022

No new years day will be like waking up to hollyweed on January 1, 2017

We will never experience this again.

that shit feels like it happened in 2012 and last month at the same time

Illustration by Japanese artist, Chiho Makino. // Michael Sowa cover art for A BEAR CALLED SUNDAY.

I love how everyone saw the list of banned words and decided the best way to bypass this is speaking in another language, like any other language except english. till now I've seen posts promoting this in greek, russian, italian and dutch. the nature of humanity is such that once in a while we remake the tower of babel and I'm so here for it

love how tumblr staff has time to censor words like “paint mixing” and “my face” and yet they can’t get rid of ssexsophie8127 thats been liking my posts from 2017

fuck you

they didn’t ban yaoi

You know what this means

insanity aside, nothing stimulates the tumblr ecosystem like staff pulling some monkey ass stunt

we are animals and they are tossing enrichment into the cage and then tossing the cage out of a moving truck

‪happy christmas to my favourite story of all time‬

Online grocery shopping and I came across this.

Eggplant, Baby!

settling the score rn and saying art of a character pointing a gun down at you and crying is extremely funny.

whenever i see fanart of any character pointing a gun down at the pov i feel like this

fuck that id grow another arm so I can jerk off while playing Assassins Creed Brother Hood

Is it too late to change my answer

I just wish I could learn every language and all the histories and about everyone's food and folklore and... 😔 but i only have one brain and it is small and malfunctioning

i hate james bond so much she might as well be called madame throatzilla 

British secret agent seeking a meeting with Nancy Reagan (colorised)

The ordeal of being known wouldn’t be so mortifying if you didn’t want it so very very badly. I overheard someone walking past our apartment at 11pm remarking with surprise on the smell of coffee in the air, and the other neighbor said “oh one of the people in that apartment works night shift.” The strange awareness that other people are also aware in passing of you. I also hope they don’t know this because I wake them up when I leave at midnight. The mortifying ordeal of dropping your keys loudly in the middle of a silent hallway in the middle of the night. Anyway I’m emotional about people.

Me: 🥺 I am known by those around me 🥺

Those around me: how the FUCK does this bitch drop So Many Things at 11:32 pm

I was running late tonight and while rushing at 11:37 pm, I dropped every piece of silverware we own, and as they clattered to the floor, I thought “truly I am Known” while presumably my downstairs neighbors plotted murder

what should i get at ihop

alright.

i think if you’re over 30 and getting into fandom drama online you should burn your house down with yourself in it

help

So this showed up on Twitter and

And here’s that link you’re welcome