✰...burn brighter than the sun✰

You make soup in a big bowl. You serve it in a smaller bowl. And then you convey it, using a spoon, to your mouth. But what is the spoon? Simply a smaller bowl still

wow I love to sit crosslegged without moving for several hours straight!

okay time to straighten my legs man I'm so excited

I f eel like a suit of armour that was attacked by a welder

Some names just sound so ridiculously fake that had they been fictional, people would’ve rolled their eyes in complete disbelief. Like seriously. Wdym there’s a mf called Galileo Galilei. Stfu. You just made that up

Fastest man on earth is a guy called Usain Bolt. Sure I guess. There’s a poker player whose real name is Chris Moneymaker. Whatever. Scott Speed is a racecar driver. Founder of Tito’s Vodka is some guy called Bert Beveridge. There’s a former CNN bureau chief called William Headline. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Victor Frankenstein syndrome aka you spent nights over nights crying and bleeding over this work and now that it's finally done you're just like "nvm. it's trash" and go to bed

i love the use of "im back in the fucking building again" referring to special interest relapse

Are people with large beds not afraid of a ghost crawling in with them? I would be

I forgot this was monsterfucker emporium

[one single bloodcurdling agonized scream] ok time to lock in

the sad thing about the episode where squidward teaches an art class is that spongebob receives greater recognition despite having no creative vision. his work is technically impressive, but his otherwise powerful imagination fails him, and thus he churns out derivative slop. the thomas kincaid of the sea.

perhaps it is inevitable that a young man who views minimum wage toil as A Calling would, without even realizing it, fall prey to reactionary narratives of what makes art "great." spongebob would be the perfect fascist subject - but a fascist state, ironically, could never accept him, since he is effeminate and physically weak

the death of dvds is so fucked. what about bonus features

far far away idol would never happen now

I'm in your house picking your shy, uptight man like a lock.

what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak