the second radish is 29 feet away

honestly I wouldn’t mind the “likes and replies do nothing!” posts so much if every person writing them didn’t sound like a cartoon supervillain berating an underling

you fool. you imbecile. likes and replies do NOTHING. you think anyone cares what you have to say? you’re dirt. you’re nobody. I didn’t create you to have ‘opinions’ or ‘commentary’. I created you to REBLOG and extend my reach across the empire, like a virus—and I can unmake you just as easily. I don’t care what you like. it’s not your job to like or to think. do you understand me? good. do not disappoint me again.

you’re allowed 2 minutes of sadness then you gotta keep it gangsta

Where's that tweet about how American chants are "let's go [team name] and some other country (Irish?) fans are "I've made up a song about the other team's drinking problem to the tune of London Bridge Is Falling Down one two three"?

when a car that's busted up doesn't use their turn signal. did you learn anything

guy who plays albums on mute, it was never really about sound for him as much as feeling a sense of progression through a series of named durations

should I get a masters or jump into a river and swim away forever. vote now

just blocked someone for not liking purple. do not fuck with me

has anyone noticed recently that it's expensive

times like these really make you appreciate pouring river water in your socks

driving 90 minutes to my favorite empty lot to smoke 1 cigarette

I think I’m literally never gonna be sick of this masterpiece. I think watching it on a loop for eight hours could fix me. Dancing’s what clears my soul. Dancing’s what makes me whole.