hello to anyone coming here from twitter! this account has traditionally been even more shitposty than twitter was but who knows, maybe i'll bring some of the twitter energy back over here.
love, roaratorio
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hello to anyone coming here from twitter! this account has traditionally been even more shitposty than twitter was but who knows, maybe i'll bring some of the twitter energy back over here.
love, roaratorio
that late 90s-early 2000s trend of loosely adapting literary classics into teen romcoms was the BACKBONE of our culture and society and we need to make it a thing again
They say you die three times, first when the body dies, second, when your body enters the grave, and third, when your name is spoken for the last time. You were a normal person in life, but hundreds of years later, you still haven’t had your “third” death. You decide to find out why.
You sold some shitty copper, man, I don’t know what to tell you
Jesse. Jesse meth isn't the only thing we're cooking. Because today's video was sponsored by Hello Fresh.
the songs Beyoncé writes about that man are crazy it's like watching someone build the sistine chapel for a possum they found in a gas station parking lot
When my nephew was four, a friend of the family passed away. The man was in his 90s and died of natural causes, and we were going to the funeral. We sat my nephew down and explained who this was, and that he had passed away, and now we were going to a sort of quiet party to celebrate him, and that there he might see the gentleman in the casket, and he might be very still, because he had died, but that everything was alright.
My nephew contemplated this calmly for a few minutes, and then said, "I think he will be very flat."
What.
It turns out that at age four, my nephew's only real context for death was roadkill, which he frequently pointed out while we were driving. He therefore believed that everyone got run over by a car when they died.
me trying to explain the plot of phantom of the opera
they make strapon harnesses for basically your whole body. if you really wanted to you could become some kind of dildo porcupine.
this is basically what happened to that guy in Star Wars except it was with lightsabers not dildos
#Me booping every blog I see on my dash
i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake
fabulous
i mean they did also kill jesus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did kill jesus.
i'm so glad goncharov happened when it did, right before prolific public use of AI. that was pure honest gaslighting straight from the heart. real human whimsicality and trickery thru blood sweat and tears. we were a family. and we all gonched, together. you cant replicate that with any machine.