02 👟 raised on [tumblr]. 🐾 2024 boopening survivor 🦀🐎 crabhorse. because crabhorse.
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I only follow back freaks and creatures of the night. I’m sure you understand
The axe/shotgun: this is still the same tool for chopping firewood, but with a cartridge amplifier.
whatever man, you're a fake creator. you're not playing spore, you're playing something else entirely
i made this anon in spore [2008]
next time show your face
I'm glad that people are still having fun on tumblr even after we found out about the frightening ghoul that reblogs posts but doesn't say anything
i am afraid of people who reblog things with no tags. not even any identifiers like the show it’s from or anything. just silence. what are you thinking?? hello??
my neighbors, who chainsmoke and drink enough cheap beer to the point where even their (very young) children reek like vegas, have recently started complaining about my garden (which is on my property) because my plants *smell*. they're mostly flowers.
i do think we need to start treating spraying harmless "weeds" in your lawn as utterly absurd princess and the pea level of obsession with needing the world to revolve around your every whim, like.
Okay a flower grew out of the ground outside and you can't cope with it. Do you need to sleep on thirty feather beds as well
fuuuuck that is my circus. are those…? yep… those are my monkeys….. goddammit.
People I met for a few moments that live in my head forever.
“Omg, I love these! They go up to size 6X AND they have pockets?! Wow!! But do you have anything longer?”
Sure do, no problem!!
“YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?”
I gotcha!! Comin’ right up!
“Perfect! But I have just one more question… what if I’m feeling spicy? How about skirts that are even shorter than the first ones?!”
Oh, you’re in luck! We’ve got minis now.
*wild cheering* /scene
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I can never leave Tumblr because after years of sporadic therapy utterly failed to even approach the core of my problem some random tumblr user was like “I processed my trauma by writing a 10,000 word work of filthy fanfic erotica” and I was like “fuck it I’ve tried everything else” and now I’m 17 chapters and 20,000 words deep into an unpublishable work of obscenity and after careful literary analysis with one of the Beloved Mutuals I have come to some Terrible Revelations about my childhood and may now continue the process of Healing. Where else am I supposed to get this kind of experience. Who does this. Why are we like this. I’m never leaving. I love y’all.
I have a folder called Time is a Flat Circle in which I collect evidence of humanity. Here is most of them.
Utroba Cave in the Rhodope mountains, Bulgaria. Carved by hand more than 3000 years ago (?), it was rediscovered in 2001.
Archeologists hypothesize that an altar built at the end of the cave, which is about 22 m deep, represents either the cervix or the uterus.
At midday, light seeps into the temple through an opening in the ceiling, projecting an image of a phallus on to the floor.
When the sun is at the right angle, in late February or early March, the phallus grows longer and reaches the alter, symbolically fertilizing the womb before the sowing of the spring crops.
i love six o clock because the clock looks so stupid. "|" like get real
Sick Sad World
You can only reblog this today.