fuckyourfreckles: thenoodledude: washed-vandalism: 250,000 multicoloured balls bouncing down the streets of San Francisco i dont know what i was expecting this is possibly the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen this makes me really happy.
I did not know myself what I wanted: I feared life, desired escape from it, yet...– Tolstoy, “A Confession”
jenawithonen: the-ler-ler: sCTREECHES AND CRIE S AND FALS OFF A BUIL DING there are few things in life that cannot be improve by watching a video of a small animal trying to go down stairs. also, they named this dog butterball. A+ name choice.
Neil Gaiman: Crotch Attack →
fundrawtime: My brain makes connections before I understand. My brain knows catcalls mean sex and my eyes connect sex with vagina parts so I look down. But my me still hasn’t caught up and I think maybe I’m looking to see if my fly is down. It is halfway. I am very aware I am a woman when this happens. When catcall time happens. Not flydown time. Keep up. Whistle. Crotch. Whistle. Crotch. I’m...
badwolflaurel: brandnudes: are we really bringing back periodic table element jokes we don’t need a reason