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“the boy cries you a sweater of tears and you kill him” sounds like a richard siken poem but so does squidward’s subsequent line “this time there’s gonna be love. so much that he’s going to drown in it”

#just the three of us- you; me; and this brick wall you built between us#the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma#if i cant have you as a friend im going to make you a trophy#i defy you heart man#this city needs to be destroyed or at least painted a different color (x)

#my mom the sculptor was making structures in the delaware water gap  #with lots of fiddly little pointy bits  #came back the next day to find them covered in dying songbirds  #thought it was a death threat  #turned out to be a shrike

if someone brought karl marx back to life the first thing I would do is have a shopping montage to get him modern outfits where I shake my head yes or no to the outfits he picks out but then after that we'd get down to serious business

“do you follow Jesus this close?” in comic sans is killing me

I am obsessed with this milf mobile

what the wasp in the corner of my room sees in its final moments

just like what a strange little creature. theyre related to hummingbirds. they cant actually sit and perch like most birds, the best they can do is cling to vertical surfaces. almost everything they do is done in mid-air. they have to drink by swooping at the surface of water with their mouth open. they build nests out of twigs they break off of branches as they fly by. they eat 5000-6000 bugs a day. And theyre the next president, of the united states of america

simple as

woshing him.