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Sir a croissant escaped

see when people try and nitpick me because i call my dog "my dog" when it's technically "the family dog".......well first of all i still call my brother "my brother" and not "the family boy". although maybe that should change. second of all sorry i'm still thinking about the family boy. btw i fell asleep while making this post last night and i think you can tell

I believe everything should be offline, I believe that every time something that is not your internet browser (and I'm being generous here) should have a big red alert that says THIS PIECE OF SHIT PROGRAM NEEDS TO CONNECT TO THE INTERNET AND REQUESTS YOUR CONSENT TO DO THIS SPECIFIC THING, and you had to touch a big red button and it would disconnect as soon as you close it.

You gave a damn donkey insomnia

world heritage post

when people on twitter or tiktok say "yeah tumblr is bad, its always been bad and gross and problematic" do they know its always been completely self-curated too or are we gonna leave that part out

#I always love people saying they can't escape the discourse cuz like #barring incidents of targeted harassment (which does happen) #the reason you can't escape the toxicity is you actively choose not to unfollow/block people #that's why discourse bloggers are so invested in saying blocking them means they won arguments #they need people to believe there's no escape without compromising your principles #also most of them believe they're Truth Coming Out Of The Well To Shame Mankind #when to quote someone I sadly can't remember the url of #they're actually Moron Coming Out Of Left Field To Be Annoying

the curse of summer is buying and eating an inadvisable amount of fruit in single sittings.

So others need not squint to read “On March 11, 889 CE, 17 year-old Emperor Uda wrote:  ‘On the 6th day of the 2nd Month of the First Year of the Kampo era. Taking a moment of my free time, I wish to express my joy of the cat. It arrived by boat as a gift to the late Emperor, received from the hands of Minamoto no Kuwasahi.  The color of its fur is peerless. None could find the words to describe it, although one said it was reminiscent of the deepest ink. It has an air about it, similar to Kanno. Its length is 5 sun, and its height is 6 sun. I affixed a bow about its neck, but it did not remain for long. In rebellion, it narrows its eyes and extends its needles. It shows its back. When it lies down, it curls in a circle like a coin. you cannot see its feet. It’s as if it were a circular Bi disk. When it stands, its cry expresses profound loneliness, like a black dragon floating above the clouds. By nature, it stalks birds. It lowers its head and works its tail. It can extend its spine to raise its height by at least 2 sun. Its color allows it to disappear at night. I am convinced it is superior to all other cats.’”

“[list of traits common to many or all cats] I am convinced it is superior to all other cats” is the cat owner’s creed

Constructive Criticism

My Eco-Terrorist Son is Absolutely Dripless

I still spend days, weeks every year thinking about how this critique pre-dates the advent of Programming Socks™ and cat-ear headphones, and asking myself, “did the Hacker Aesthetic go from Unfortunate Sweatshirts to Neon Catgirlgender Fantasy because of John Waters? Did he do this???”

@nyancrimew

*gets out my 1920s gangster outfit and logs into my pc* showtime