*ferociously eats a wooden table* cromch
please remember to FLOSS people
is that what barbed wires for?
i…how….EXPLAIN TO ME YOUR MIND, YOUR BEAUTIFUL MIND
Oh my god, oh my fuck.
GUYS.
You know those hideous, terrible Little Shop of Horrors stickers I’ve been lusting after???
On account of how I have Rick Moranis sexy disease??
PAT FOUND THEM, BABY!!!
The actual stickers are genuinely super cool, but there’s also crumbling, thirty-year-old bubblegum in here.
I am… tempted by forgotten gods.
Do NOT chew the 30yr old gum
Do NOT come into my home and tell me how to live.
It will work, eventually, but,,,, it will shatter into a million pieces first,, and taste like ass the entire time,,,
That’s just what being alive is like in general, dude.
Shit bro, you right, carry on then
out of boredom i decided to scan a stuffed shark. here are the results.
I have this exact same stuffed shark, and lemme tell you, The Boi is never not hilarious to squeeze.
subtle-wolf asked:
Why do I feel like you've eaten 30 year old bubble gum?
lithuvia answered:
I wouldn’t say eaten, maybe vigorously chewed against my parents wishes, just long enough to prove a point,,
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Look yonder! Someone has writ upon that ceiling that thou art most easily gulled!
Elizabethan Peasant 2: More fool they, for I cannot read.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: *sighing, lowers his visage unto his palm*
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Lo, hast thou learned to read?
Elizabethan Peasant 2: Verily, and to compose as well.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: With haste, then, how is the word “i cup” composed?
Elizabethan Peasant 1: what ho, I know a sporting jest! What art thou when thou art a peasant and art occupied in a privy?
Elizabethan Peasant 2: I wist not, but certain am I that thou shalt tell me speedily.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Most verily, thou art a peon.
Elizabethan Child: Father, I have not yet broken fast and am filled with pangs of hunger.
Elizabethan Father: Hail, Filled With Pangs Of Hunger! Mine own name is Wybert.
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Alack, I have in my purse but sixty-nine pence.
Elizabethan Scholar 2: Lusty fellow, knowst thou well what such a sum portends!
Elizabethan Scholar 1: I…I have not sufficient to sup on fowl.
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Mine name is verily Micheal with a ‘b’, and I hast been afraid of insects mine entire life.
Elizabethan Scholar 2: Cease cease cease. Wither is the bee?
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Thither is a bee?
a photomontage from deborah bright’s dream girls series, in which she manually collaged herself into film stills from old hollywood scenes to revisit childhood memories, disrupt heterosexual normativity, and symbolize butch identity. c. 1989-90
a collection of lesbian pulp fiction titles written by women under various pen names (1950-1966)
