In Your Sweet Insanity

This the COOLEST thing ever!!!

her robotic, glacial voice; the blood; the gasps from the crowd; the way her mic hits the ground on beat with the song; its performance at its peak

iconic

she gave unhinged women our rights

i watch this video exactly once a month and it gives me full body asmr

This was fighting for gay rights

We will forever stan

Masterpiece.

it’s ninety-nine degrees outside, four fuck-thousand percent humidity, and my husband was like, “i’m gonna go for a bike ride.” and i was like “why. no. why. don’t put us on the news like that. local fool collapses on unnecessary journey. don’t do it.” so he says he doesn’t want to “hide in the house” because the sun is shining. bruh. honeybruh. “the sun is shining” does not cover it. its hot outside. its motherfucking hot as fuck outside. our outdoor plants have been crying into their hands all week. whole cars are melting into the sewer. our fucking patio umbrella developed sentience to ask me for lemonade this morning

@robotmango, you need to work for the weather forecast - this was both hilarious and so vivid it made me stand up and get some iced tea.

this is a great idea, thank you. here goes. my audition tape for the weather channel. dearly beloved. we are gathered here today to have a fucking funeral for the outdoors. it had a good run, with all its creeks and clouds and shit. pretty great. now it’s ten-thirty at night but still ninety-two asshole-sweating degrees and humid as fuck. everything is hot and slimy, like being a “borrower” that got trapped inside a bottle of shampoo and then accidentally microwaved. you can see on my doppler radar that nothing is moving around out there because everything is probably dead. the only alive thing is the mosquito currently trying to drill a hole in my leg. no surprise that all the shitbag mosquitos are fine, since the thermostat of hell is always at the devil’s preferred temperature. this forecast has gotten away from me a little, but in conclusion fuck the sun

I cannot fucking believe I am drunk, past midnight, and tumblr is throwing fucking saturated fatty-acids at me

Listen here friendo I didn’t sit through a year of organic chemistry for you to come into my house and call a carboxylic acid a saturated fatty acid you respect that hexadecanoic acid

And I didnt get a degree in biochemistry to hear you say that carboxylic acids with aliphatic chains arent fatty acids. That hexadecanoic acid IS a saturated fatty acid!

it’s still hot out. time to romanticize the bleak mid-winter

her robotic, glacial voice; the blood; the gasps from the crowd; the way her mic hits the ground on beat with the song; its performance at its peak

iconic

how do you explain to someone that this is your sense of humour

If I ever don’t laugh at this, assume I died.

2014-2018 Mazda 3

that’s a common misconception! this is actually a horse.

I love that this post doesn't include the actual text of his tweet, just his impending presence. This is the visual equivalent of a scare chord.

kids these days don't know about Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men. they'll never understand

Cross faded off two cold brew coffees and a sesame bagel with cream cheese