Need that heavy rain sound type of night
i have an idea
oh no
its nothing nevermind..
...i dont believe you
skeleton pasbta.. radiatore for the ribcage.. conchiglie for the skull.. elbow macaroni pelvis,, fusili arms and legs :(
no phalanges?
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SPOOKY CREEPY PASTA MAN
*touching his extremely defined six pack* who did this to you.....
*gently lifting a cup of water to his lips* it's going to be okay. *choking back tears* just a few more sips and then we'll get you a sandwich...
Reblog to give a glass of water to every dehydrated actor with shrink wrapped abs whose life was endangered for a shirtless scene
maybe i like it when a female character is deeply flawed and responsible for countless deaths and so on and so forth. more female characters should be deeply flawed and responsible for countless deaths
idk y’all should treat fat men better. and i don’t mean mildly chubby guys i mean honest-to-god love-handles-and-double-chins fat guys. stop calling them shit like discord mods or gross weebs or nasty creeps or neckbeards or that they’re stinky or sweaty or beer bellied or whatever else. fatphobia isn’t cute, even repackaged in a neat little box of “ew men”
tumblr in 1623 was probably like, “I don’t know why but melancholia is just so he/him and hysteria is so she/her”
Anonymous asked:
you seem like you unironically enjoyed electroswing circa 2012
this website's hate mail game is insane
What was your obscure chatroom/forum that you used before social media? Don’t say Gaia Online or Club Penguin. I’m talking obscure.
im starting to think the idea of the "person who thinks they're better than you because they listen to obscure music which they talk about with elitist glee on how you Wouldn't Get It" is a fake kind of person that hasnt existed for a decade. everyone i know that listens to genuinely weird and unknown music is so excited to share it with others if actual interest is shown. all the concept has served to do is make people who haven't gone deep into obscure music write off anything they're not familiar with due to fear of "pretentiousness"
The fact that there’s an actually functional website for the library of Babel is one of those things that fucks me up more and more the more I think about the implications.
So, if anyone hasn’t encountered the concept of the library of Babel, the idea comes from a story of the same name by Jorge Luis Borges, which is set inside a seemingly infinite library which contains every possible combination of letters, periods, commas and spaces that fits within 410 pages.
So like… It isn’t THAT out there that someone was able to make a digital version of it. Making an algorithm that randomly generates every possible combination of those 29 characters within that space and making a website that lets you explore those combinations are things that are pretty squarely within the scope of things you’d expect someone to be able to make a computer do.
But it begins to get pretty out there when you start thinking about all the things that are technically contained there (and that someone randomly browsing it could THEORETICALLY stumble upon) just by virtue of being one of those possible combinations of letters, spaces, commas, and periods.
Somewhere in that website there IS a book that specifically mentions me by full name before giving an accurate, excruciatingly detailed, 410-page long physical description of me. There’ also many more books that SEEM to be that but are actually factually inaccurate. There’s also versions of all of those containing every possible combination of every possible typo, spelling mistake, and grammatical error.
Somewhere in that website there IS a book that’s a perfectly accurate prediction of how and when I will die narrated in third person over the course of 410 pages. There’s also a book that contains the exact same events narrated in first person. Not only for me, but for every person in the world. There are many more that claim to be that but are actually inaccurate.
Somewhere in that website there IS a book that’s completely blank except for the world’s funniest dick joke written right at the end of the very last page.
But chances are no one browsing that website is EVER going to see any of that because for every book we would consider useful, interesting, or even intelligible there are millions upon millions upon millions more that are just completely full of gibberish from cover to cover.
Every single thing I will ever write (barring punctuation marks that arent periods or commas and the letter ñ) is already contained somewhere on that website.
I have a volume from the Library of Babel! it’s one of my most treasured books.
on the second to last page, about halfway down it reads “OH TIME THY PYRAMIDS” a singular grain of order in the sea of chaos.
The library of babel contains every book to ever exist and moreover it contains all information that can be encoded in a finite string of characters from its alphabet.
I cannot overstate how much I love the Library of Babel. it’s wonderful, it is my heart and soul.
at last we created the perplexing nexus, from the novel “wouldnt it be weird if there was a perplexing nexus?”
A guy on the street complimented my Goosebumps shirt and then said, "R.L. Stine the whole reason I'm here, and--I'm sorry, man, you don't wanna hear my life's story. Have a good one," but the thing is, I'm SO fucking desperate to know how the fuck R.L. Stine impacted this dude's life so profoundly. Missed connection of the century. Goosebumps man, where are you... I need to talk to you.
Max Wolf Valerio, Matthew Rice and David Harrison (left to right both photos) standing in front of a picture of them all marching in the first ever FTM pride contingent in San Francisco Pride 1994 (July 2023)
the mining dwarfer seems to pick his axe at night
girl it's a single sentence
need you to be not so toughies on me.
This is why I exclusively wear tuxedo tshirts wherever I go. That way I’m prepared for literally any situation: fancy meals, casual meals, funerals, baptisms, Outback Steakhouse, ponderosa steakhouse, court appearances
first it was girls' locker rooms vs boys' locker rooms then it was the feminine urge to vs the masculine urge to now it's girl dinner vs boy dinner when will it end when will we escape i feel like maybe some of you guys dont even want to escape doesnt anyone else want to escape
