Bullying depressed people is the least punk rock thing I can even think of.
the Haunted Forest (x)
Eowyn and the Witch-king of Angmar by Kimberly80
And he is so in love with her.
For some reason a bird speaking Japanese is mildly off putting.
> Literal translation
Bird:” ‘Uhm Hello, this is the Ono family.”
Bird: “What’s wrong?”
Owner: “Abe-chan, you’re a little too early. Once the phone’s picked up, then properly say hello.”
Bird: “Okay, understood.”
Owner: “Do you really understand? I’m counting on you. Hello, this is the Ono family residence in Gifu.”]
Bird: “Okay, I understand!”
Owner: “Got it.”
> That’s clearly some sort of Pokemon.
Message on the mountain, Wim Delvoye
SPEAKING OF WHICH
WE WERE ON THE WAY TO MY GRANNY’S TODAY AND WE SAW A MILK VAN AND JUST
And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
10 photos of Galapagos tortoises chowing down. Just because.
I have never eaten food that made me as happy as those tortoises are.
Except once, and it was thin sliced golden beets stuffed with goat cheese in pomegranate molasses and I actually snarled at the waiter like an animal when he tried to take the plate away afterwards.
So what I’m saying is be very careful trying to take those pumpkins away from those tortoises, even if you think the tortoise is totally done, because bitch, you do not KNOW.
This yearning for new and distant scenes, this craving for freedom, release, forgetfulness — they were he admitted to himself, an impulse towards flight, flight from the spot which was the daily theatre of a rigid, cold, and passionate service.
—Thomas Mann, “Death in Venice,” Death in Venice: And Seven Other Stories (Vintage, 2010)
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