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Just one? King Cone...no, Drum Stick, wait...Strawberry Shortcake, no...Chocolate Eclair...

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Jean Patou’s “Psychédéliques” Dresses (Echo de la Mode 1966)

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what in the world could i have pinned for this to happen

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I’ve done it twin. I’ve turned us into spectral deer. Twin run they are hunting us twin.

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ovo

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Orphan's Lament (gouache) It rained on our little smoke tree. I named this painting for the Robbie Basho song!

This will be my postcard print for June. Join my postcard club on Patreon if you'd like this mini print in the mail - link in my pinned post!!

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The Force is with me,                                     and I’m one with the Force.

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tumblr on the computer is actually so transcendent i feel that very few understand this anymore... this was the way that your ancestors blogged.

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IT FUCKIN YURI DAAAAAAAAAAAY

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This is a comment someone appended to a photo of two men apparently having sex in a very fancy room, but it’s also kind of an amazing two-line poem? “His Wife has filled his house with chintz” is a really elegant and beautiful counterbalancing of h, f, and s sounds, and “chintz” is a perfect word choice here—sonically pleasing and good at evoking nouveau riche tackiness. And then “to keep it real I fuck him on the floor” collapses that whole mood with short percussive sounds—but it’s still a perfect iambic pentameter line, robust and a lovely obscene contrast with the chintz in the first line. Well done, tumblr user jjbang8

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My manager was in the break room with me and she said 'I don't ever remember oranges being THIS hard to peel' and I just responded 'they're making them harder to peel' without thinking and she looked and me and said. Why?

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