listening to cool about it is like a long walk down memory lane that ends with phoebe bridgers shooting me in the head. a lot like the sans fight in this way actually
you need to pic your nose before you engage in a difficult conversation btw if there's crust up there it will make you ornery or you might prefer to think of it as piloting your nose hairs ratattouille style. rattatouille. fuck. i could do frueds job i think he would crumble under the weight of mine
There are a lot of consistently repeated "facts" around tumblr that fall somewhere in this gradient—some of which are only corrected by actually crunching numbers, reading scientific papers, etc. Falling for misrepresented data isn't anyone’s fault, but it does mean that some things that "everyone knows" are straight up incorrect, because the source was written by someone who didn't understand what they were reporting on, or the subject was twisted to suit a narrative (for personal reasons, monetary gain, etc).
Meanwhile, SOME claims just don't have a real source at all.
Do you check sources before you repeat a factoid or spread a post?
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outfit
[ID: 1. a tan singlet reading “I will never have sex” in a bold dark blue font / 2. a pair of silver satin shorts reading “I Hate Sex” in all caps across the back. /end ID.]
Please read the replies I feel like I'm going insane
Surprised that tumblr isn’t talking about the death of Frank Tyson. A policeman killed him after kneeling on his neck. It happened on april 18th, but the video of his arrest got released today.
It’s truly heartbreaking, Frank Tyson was a 53 year old black man who had only been released from prison for 12 days. They pinned him to the ground with handcuffs and only 8 minutes of being crushed with the officers knee to his neck, even after he stated he couldn’t breathe, they realized he’d died. They waited 5 minutes to check for his pulse and 3 to commence CPR.
The Cleveland police murdered him, even making a joke of ‘always wanting to be in a bar fight and not being sure if this counted’. This was all caught on camera. On the police body cams.
His family hadn’t even had the chance to see him out of prison, their last sight of him and words from him is going to be the video of his death. A video where the circumstances are far too familiar to the death of George Floyd from 4 years ago. Please, the video is truly horrible. You can hear him choking. You can hear him calling for help.
If anyone has anywhere to support his family during this time or anything, please, we can’t keep watching black men be killed and watching the police laughing in our faces about it.
For those that are going to miss the eclipse on Monday, I have created a simulation of what the eclipse will look like along the path of totality
This bird loves eating metal
time loops that include two characters meeting for the first time are heartbreaking because like I know everything about you. You have told me your favorite color more times than I can count and i know exactly how your eyes look right before the light leaves them because I’ve been here before but you only just learned my name.
Official Time Loop Post
last night my partner held a somber little passover seder to show me what it’s about and when they got to the part where they were supposed to open the door for elijah they paused, frowned, and said “oh. huh. there is a clown.” and I looked out. and sure enough. there was a clown.
I know this isn't ninjago guys but I finished this 17 hour painting for my art class and I was proud of it so...enjoy.
I love Egypt fun fact about me. :)
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
I actually think about this so much you have no idea.
I mourn every friend that's gone off somewhere
I actually
think about this so much you
have no idea.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
girls when they get overstimulated in the grocery store
"Shape of You" with every second beat removed
I’m so bored rn I need a violent delight with a violent end