feng shui is real.
delete photos. delete apps. rearrange some furniture. give some clothes away. delete numbers. make your phone display neater. organize your seasonings. organize your clothes. organize your life so you can think clearer.
Γιάννης Τσαρούχης (Yiannis Tsarouchis) (Greek,1910-1989)
Two Men with Butterfly Wings and Black Shoes, 1965
Oil on plywood
my bitch wife took my mortality in the divorce and now I am cursed to walk the earth a shambling husk forever trapped in the gray nothingness between the beauty of life and the release of death 👎👎👎👎
sorry i can't come in to work today. yeah sorry they killed me off last night. yeah i just wasn't relevant to the plot anymore. i should be in tomorrow but i'll let you know.
THE KISS…ℬ𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀ℯ 𝒾𝓉 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓀
MY FIRST POST ON THIS ACCOUNT, HAPPY VALENTINES DAY ❣❣❣
tradgedy enjoyers when you look into the eyes of your worst enemy and can only see yourself
best tim and jason dynamic is tim thinking jason is a loser and jason being reluctantly amused by it. annoying older brother and his younger brother who kind of hates him.
tim will insult jason and jason will just laugh which in turn pisses tim off more. it’s a vicious cycle
also tim constantly complains about jason and dick will reply “yeah he’s just like that”
jason strives to be as annoying as possible to all his brothers but especially tim
. . .
jason: hey can you do something for me?
tim: remember that time you tried to kill me?
jason:
tim:
jason: you could’ve just said ‘no’
bread so tasty. bread so nice. toast it once. toast it twice.
toast three times. it turns to coal. burning toast is not my goal.
me: hey so how far does your 'all-seeing' sight extend?
the many eyed creature in my basement: ARE YOU ASKING BECAUSE YOU TRIPPED ON YOUR OWN SHOELACES IN THE FOYER AND FELL ON YOUR FACE?
me: oh... so you saw that... :(
the many eyed creature (trying to be nice): ................ NO.
I’m so emotional about dinosaur stuffed animals,,, there are these creatures, extinct long before any of us were alive, but we found their bones and their eggs and their footprints. And we made drawings and models of what they could’ve looked like. And we made them into stuffed animals so we could hold them. We made them soft so we could love them. I’m sobbing
Yeah, we're the animal so preoccupied with petting other animals we're sort of collectively upset there are animals we never get to pet, so we make proxies to snuggle and tell their ghosts we'd have loved them if they were here.
...and tell their ghosts we'd have loved them if they were here.
Hang on i just have to cry for a minute
i finished season 2 of black sails
hey boss i can't come in today it's a sunny day and there's a lovely breeze coming in through my window, yeah it's rustling the branches of the tree outside that's finally bloomed so it's pretty serious
bucky egan the type of man to intercept a basketball, [point at buck] “THIS IS FOR YOU, BABY” (with all the confidence in the world) and then completely and egregiously miss the shot
One time my rabbi told us, “imagine you had a box with a little bit of god in it. What would you do with the box?”
So we were like ?? “We’d protect it and keep it nice and clean and polished” and he was like “your body’s that box. Stop eating markers”
Every time I come across this post the last sentence smacks me in the face
oh this post’s back
