Bathe me in blood and call it a christening

scooby: it’s rover raggy, I rave the high ground shaggy: you like, underestimate my power scoob

Debbie Harry, Blondie, May 1977, Apollo Theatre, Glasgow, kicking off their first UK tour, supporting the band Television, by Jill Furmanovsky

[id: a textpost by @/wdhmbt that says “There is a house in New Orleans, not the one you’ve heard about. No not that one either I’m talking about a third unrelated house” /end id]

[audio description: the textpost slowly, beautifully sung to the tune of “house of the rising sun” with the appropriate backing instrumentals. It fits perfectly. End description.]

I have a very strange relationship with cereal. I'll forget it exists for months at a time, then I remember that not only does it exist, it is one of humanity's perfect foods. Then I'll eat like 4 boxes in one day before some eldritch god takes the knowledge from me again. (Probably for my own good.)

booty shorts that say this on the butt

It got better

What’s your fantasy?

I wake up, my debt is all paid off, my bank account is full, my relationships with my family are healthy, and I’m able to travel anywhere in the world.

reblog for this ultimate fantasy life to come true

It took us 600 years of printing to realize that wRiTiNg lIkE tHiS conveys mocking in a written form.

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