It’s a fact that no one ever dies. It’s a fact that no one ever stops living.
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[Image IDs: Image #1: Tumblr reply from skluug reading: i think he's not gay but he's definitely like "may gay". like my point is that mathematicians deserve their own letter in in the LGBT acronym. Image #2: Tumblr reply from the-real-numbers reading: what do you think the + stands for /End ID]
Transcript: Yesterday my cousin said that my rooster wasn't a real rooster. He said he's a Walmart rooster. *chicken noises* Does this not look like a real rooster to you? *chicken makes a sound again* Sure, he's small, but he has feelings.
important context this person looks and sounds like they’re gonna cry
[ID: A tweet by Tim Dunn @/MrTimDunn that reads: ""I MUST tell you," said a lady with breathless excitement, stopping us suddenly as we walked down Bermondsey Street last night, "I MUST tell you that you are wearing the same clothes as that building." and skipped off." Attached is a picture of historian Tim Dunn smiling in front of a building while wearing a mustard yellow sweater and russet red pants. The building behind him is painted half in russet red and half in mustard yellow. End ID]
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Six pillow pet cows!
The first is light blue and white with a blueberry patch
The second is brown and white with a chocolate milkshake patch
The third is yellow and white with a banana patch
The fourth is pink and white with a strawberry patch
The fifth is pink and red with a peppermint patch
The sixth is pink with mixed in blue with a cotton candy patch
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[ID: a simple graphic of black text on a white background that has the text “the ocean washed open your grave” pointing to the text “the ocean washed over your grave” which points back to “the ocean washed open your grave”, such that they are a cycle, pointing back towards each other. /END ID]
I really appreciate how every week I reblog this, a different person interacts it. Tuesday light me up speaks to all of us at different times.
[ID: three screenshots from The Gay and Wondrous Life Of Caleb Gallo. It shows Freckle, a non-binary person with long blonde hair and bright red lipstick, leaning against a wall. She is speaking to Caleb, a young white man. She says “Oh, Tuesday light me up”. He replies, “What does that mean?”, In response, she just smiles.]
ID: A painting of someone lighting a lighter. Only their hand is shown, and they are light-skinned. The lighter is decorated by a series of lighter and darker pink heart rings. The lighter is lit, and around the fire it makes is a heart shaped halo that is colored, from outer to inner parts: pink, yellow and a mixed blue-green. In the background are several sparkles. Tones of pink dominate the painting. End ID
What could we as a species accomplish if we didn't have to labor all day in hamburger mine to afford rock and roll disk
Listen, one time we put a guy in a giant flying bomb and shot him up into outer space and brought him back alive, and then we did it again, and then we did it so many more times it became just a thing we do now and "guy who gets shot into the heavens" is like a job kids can aspire to have. We did that while doing pretty much everything else in the slowest and least efficient ways possible.











