Assembly Underway

I open Tumblr. I post something that should be a diary entry. I close Tumblr. I open Tumblr after having it closed for 1.2 minutes. I reblog 176 posts in a row. I add tags of absolute gibberish to 7 of those. I close Tumblr. I open Tumblr I post yet another should-be diary entry. I close Tumblr. I open tu

Today I encountered an especially pathetic Italian greyhound. His owner told me that a gust of wind once blew him into a lake.

the most annoying people are people who don't understand storytelling. they be like "oooo how convenient that this thing happened to the main character in the very beginning". yeah no shit. that's why the story begins here

"If this one things hadn't happened the main character wouldn't be so important" You mean the catalyst? If the catalyst of the plot didn't happen the plot wouldn't happen? Dude, that's fucking crazy. No, seriously, it's so crazy that in the book "What Happens After The Catalyst" the catalyst is the only reason the story takes place.

it's so wild to me that you absolutely cannot force a hyperfixation to happen. like you'll watch the most perfectly tailor-made-for-you content that everyone says you'll love and feel absolutely nothing, and then the thing you watch on a whim to fill time will reach through the screen and put its damn fingers in your brain and start rearranging the neurons right in front of you and every single time you're like THIS??? THIS??????? and this happens like every 6-12 months forever

i have never contemplated someone doing this on the harp. i am amazed she got all the parts in and so fast

Wow!

I love her commentary in the video

Everyone's thinking "witch" but the owl was actually going as a cowboy.

Iirc the original images are from years ago, and everyone was worried that the owl was actually stuck to the toy - but apparently the townspeople had seen him put it down to hunt and such, and then go back to pick it up again. Which straight up triples my enjoyment of this story.

bad news, girls: it would seem that in my quest for immortality, the world itself has begun to reject my existence. my footsteps vanish in the wind and mysterious accidents destroy all evidence of my passing