@thecardcrew

I just reblog what I see on my dash that I find funny, you're welcome to join in on the fun.

A lot of adulthood is shouting “AUGH MY LAUNDRY” hours after you put it in the washer/dryer and running to go fetch it

oh shit my laundry

reblog to save someone’s laundry

THE LAST DAY GUYS

Every April 30th, like clockwork.

At least I know that the people of tumblr will never let me down.

Y'ALL ALREADY KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!

The night gardener once asked me if I knew how citrus trees died: when they reach old age, if they are not cut down and they manage to survive drought, disease and innumerable attacks of pests, fungi and plagues, they succumb from overabundance. When they come to the end of their life cycle, they put out a final, massive crop of lemons. In their last spring their flowers bud and blossom in enormous bunches and fill the air with a smell so sweet that it stings your nostrils from two blocks away; then their fruits ripen all at once, whole limbs break off due to their excessive weight, and after a few weeks the ground is covered with rotting lemons. It is a strange sight, he said, to see such exuberance before death.

When We Cease to Understand the World, Benjamín Labatut

thank you for the insight

one question i have about the ovilus that. like. how do the ghosts know what electro magnetic field manipulation makes what phonetic sounds or words. imagine you're a ghost trying to tell these ghost hunter weirdos that you died by being hung but you just end up saying spaghetti over and over again because you don't know what you're doing