Time Is A Weird Soup

oh no cigarettes for me thanks i just wanted to be in this dank alleyway with you

brown works so hard and does so much and everyone is so mean to her. coffee chocolate hair leather tea wood eyes broth a warm coat autumn leaves caramelized onions the crust on a loaf of bread. all things good and warm and kind are brown. bitch!

Banshoku zukō - Katsushika Taito - c.1827-1850 - via Gallica

every day i turn on the tv and think oh wow what shocking fascist news from the fascist government in the unreformed fascist state in the fascist country that invented fascism !

coffee should be a thirst quencher on par with water instead of a dehydrating diuretic. you should be allowed to replace all water consumption with coffee and be fine

in another universe i see you across the room in a bar, in the crowd at a concert, we bump into each other at the grocery store, we grew up together. anywhere in any universe we always find each other.

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I would say yes. Camp is loud, camp is gay, camp is ostentatious, elaborate, extreme, and—perhaps most importantly—camp challenges established societal boundaries, aesthetics, and hierarchies.

The Locked Tomb has no middle gears; whatever it does, it does it 110%. It references religious texts, classic literature, the Simpsons, and Homestuck with equal gravitas. The writing style changes every book, none of which make a lot of sense until the end when suddenly they do. The genre is a moving target. There's a princess with a guilded skeleton arm and a lesbian prince in white military disco. A somber description of the hypothetical destruction of the solar system and all inhabitants thereof ends with a reference to None Pizza Left Beef.

The Locked Tomb is camp.

All of the above! And, of course, everything Cytherea did in book one was peak camp especially the murders

is anyone else feeling stuck and waiting for something that will never come in order to start living or is it just me?

THERE WILL BE NO CALL TO ADVENTURE!!!

YOU MUST HUNT IT DOWN YOURSELF!!!

GET ITS ASS

bologna/genova/prato/modena/napoli/ostina

art + lemony snicket

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a roasted brussel sprout can change your life if you let it. open your heart. take my hand. its good, try it. i love a brusseled sprout I love you

when you peel an orange and the scent lingers on your hand and perfumes your entire day even after you wash your hands.. yeah thats how i know love is real

Heartbreaking: Die Essensreste im Kühlschrank, auf die man seit Tagen keine Lust hat, werden mit der Zeit nicht appetitlicher. More at five

why is pride always in summer. what about the dykes that can't tolerate the heat huh. what about us. I mean them.