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dougdoug
just realized this isn't a complete thought, I'm sorry
love watching me some dougdoug
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the saddest thing about life is that tattoos cost many money. oh and traveling? also costs many money. video games? many money. starting a new hobby? usually many money. concerts? so many money and also good luck even getting tickets. going out and getting a fancy beverage? you know the drill.
isn't it great that the moon can be red sometimes. i feel like we often overlook this.
"Many species of polychaetes undergo epitoky whereby sexually immature worms transform into pelagic morphs capable of sexual reproduction. After fertilization, they release their gametes through rapid disintegration." worms are out here having insane sex we can't even comprehend
"what do they mean by disintegrate?" "oh yeah no he fucking disintegrated"
This skips the best part! The epitoke isn't the "real" or "original" worm. The worm grows an extra body with a simpler brain that only knows how to swim and cum (by exploding) so this part breaks off and the rest of the worm just stays home.
In some species the epitoke, also known as a cummunculus in this post just now, is advanced enough to have its own eyes and everything, though only so it at least knows the right direction to swim (up) because it's so stupid and all
how could you like the colour yellow
see a therapist immediately
I actually used to hate it! Like, actually despise it! Yellow was too bright, too loud, discordant, unruly, and clashed with everything. Nothing like what I wanted in my life, nothing I wanted to be.
When I first moved away from home, everything I owned was black. Jet back. As black as I could get. Smooth, cool, sleek, discrete, calm, unassuming. Flexible, cohesive, agreeable black. Fashionable black.
I had a really, really bad time. Unrelated to the decor. It was my first year out of a toxic place I'd grown used to my whole life, my first year acknowledging a mental illness I'd believed to be normal, my first year fending for myself with very little money or sleep or companionship.
I'd grown up on instant white rice and unseasoned ground beef. One day I realized that everything I'd been raised on tasted like cardboard. While out on an assignment, I passed a tent with a woman selling spices, and bought myself some turmeric. I went home and tried making curry with it. It was so yellow.
Another time, my professor took us out to a modern art gallery. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but when we got there, the whole building had been painted bright sunshine yellow.
The artist's theme was "happiness".
What it is. How we make it. How to share it.
All bright, lovely yellow.
The house I grew up in was beige. The walls were white. The appliances were post 9/11 stainless steel. My job was to be quiet, compliant, presentable and agreeable.
Black goes with everything. Black is neutral. Black is quiet, reserved, elegant and mysterious.
Yellow is warm. Yellow does what it wants. Yellow tastes sweet and spicy and hot and cool, like a summer breeze, like sunflower petals, powdery like dust on a long dirt road and soothing like well-worn linen.
I still like the look of black. I like the look of most colors. But I like the way that Yellow makes me feel.
Do you understand?
DUDE
society's infantilization of decorated objects is honestly one of the greatest recent crimes against humans' innate desire for beauty
"the toothbrush/hairbrush/bike/vanity desk with flowers on it is For Kids! this plain beige one is For Adults!"
I am literally throwing you into a volcano
I'm on an aquarium date and there are more lesbian couples than straight ones
Apparently the guy who owns and made this submarine is literally against safety precautions.
https://www.insider.com/titan-submarine-ceo-complained-about-obscenely-safe-regulations-2023-6
What do you mean your naval vessel doesn't have an emergency beacon!?!?!?!?!
βYou know, thereβs a limit,β he told the broadcaster. βAt some point, safety is just pure waste. I mean if you donβt just want to be safe, donβt get out of bed. Donβt get in your car. Donβt do anything. At some point, youβre going to take some risk and it really is a risk-reward question. I think I can do this just as safely by breaking the rules.β
Sir I think you have a fundamental misunderstanding of life
Holy fuck.
My little sister's new boyfriend got a tattoo for her about a month ago and he wanted matching tattoos so he decided to get uh. The tattoo on her ankle of her ex boyfriend's name that she hasn't gotten covered up yet
She broke up with him but I also just got the same tattoo
OK my dad also got it
DYLAN!
It took five months but we finally convinced my stepmom to also get it
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afreezingnebula
ive had this queued for exactly one year
Anonymous asked:
What's your stance on the issues?
on every single one?
Buy her books.
Read them to her.
Eat her pussy.
Fuck her.
Adore her.
Girlβs night!
giiiirrrrllsss niiiigghhhttt!
life is about listening to good music and finding 2-3 people you can be your complete unhinged self with
the thing they dont tell you about working with little kids is it wrecks your vocabulary. you hear a kid phrase something bizarrely in a way only a 5 year old can and now any time you lose shit youre like "it dissed appear"
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