Twitter dead, we back? 🤷♀️
If you could hear me scream. I found this on twitter and I’m not sure who made it but it’s hilarious
While I was at work, my wife recorded this never-before-heard song by experimental classical musician, Holtzmann the Cat.
HOLTZY BABY YOU’RE WORLD-CLASS
Meowtzart
Do you ever just touch your face and think “there be bones in me skin”
Ignore me I’m on ketamine
I wish I had bones
I wish I had ketamine
there’s a website where you put in two musicians/artists and it makes a playlist that slowly transitions from one musician’s style of music to the other’s
lady gaga -> napalm death takes a weird detour through epic rap battles of history
This is actually really useful for finding music that’s in between genres that I wouldn’t know to look for.
This has nothing to do with books but it’s COOL
becoming an adult is essentially having all your friends in different cities and permanently missing someone
a boy of dust..
if they keep shaking him he’ll crumble completely
Mr. Bark….. I don’t feel so good
fingers in his ass sunday
you know what day it is
addicted to fingers in his ass sunday
final fingers in his ass sunday
Hey can the Cards Against Humanity people see if they can run tumblr please?
THIS HAS MORE THAN 400 NOTES WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK??
Why doesn’t thid have MORE notes?
me at disneyland: *taps mickeys shoulder* yo ricky rat where the fast passes for mickeys dick smasher
mickey: *muffled sobbing as he shows me a hidden door under the walt statue*
“What’s the password.”
Honestly the mere fact that some people refer to Daddy Long Legs as “harvestmen” is creepier than 90% of all deliberately created horror but like the worst part is that the alternative is calling them Daddy Long Legs
They are harvesting our sorrows
True harvestmen, and not cellar spiders which are the other Daddy Long Legs, are truly omnivorous- known to eat everything from spiders, to fecal matter, to leaves and fungus… But one of the singularly most interesting habits of a particular European species is their almost symbiotic relationship with beehives– particularly man-made beehives. When a bee dies inside the hives, workers will remove the the corpse to just outside the hive just before dark. And the harvestmen? Well, they live up to their name.
So what you’re saying is that they are the grim reaper for bees.
The grim beeper
