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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it

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Fuck man

wednesday night mood

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this is a current mood

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TEAR IT UP HARDSTYLE, JOE

imagine when going to the movies meant that somebody would be performing the live soundtrack and sound effects on one of these

THIS INSTRUMENT IS CALLED AN AMERICAN PHOTOPLAYER AND THE PERFORMERS NAME IS JOE RINUAUDO HE HAS A WHOLE YOUTUBE CHANNEL WHERE HE RECORDS SONGS SPECIFICALLY WRITTEN FOR THE PHOTOPLAYER

Does tumblr acactually let you poat other kinds of posts on mobile or only text? Because for me it doesn't allow anything but text. The make a post button is in the bottom right corner, and then when you try to move it all of the icons follow it like they're baby ducklings, but there is no way to tap on the video or quote or any other kind of post. Is this me doing a dumb, or is tumblr just ridiculous and continuing their long-standing tradition of terrible formatting?

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evil and hate and pain and destruction and blood and hell and torture and bombs and guns and fire and screaming and despair and hunger and suffering and mondays and punches and hopelessness and demons and war and skulls and tallassophobia and domination and chaos and annihilation and betrail and kicks and explosions and

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nice try motherfucker im 5'3

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fuck this gay earth

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thanks man

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You know who else trapped a bunch of comedians in a room and they all tried to run their bit at everyone else at the same time?

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no I do not muscle man lay it the fuck on me brother. Who else did this

AUGH!!! aahhh OW

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you didnt put a nametag on your boyfriend and he despawned. sorry.

Discussion Questions

  1. This post is in lowercase and is missing an apostrophe. Would it be as funny if it used proper capitalization and punctuation? Why or why not?
  2. In order for this post's joke to land, it makes an allusion to a popular video game. What video game does it reference?
  3. Using your answer from Question 2 and the relationship between the nametag and boyfriend, what is the boyfriend implied to be?

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