Now Give The Donkey A Drink Of Pure Wine..... To Wash Down The Figs..!

the hadron collider is like an angel to me

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

thinking about anastasia trusova paintings again

So, I follow this “bad commercial interior design” Facebook page and-

- via ironshearss on TikTok

how terrifying metamorphosis must be for the caterpillar has no concept of what it is doing, or what a butterfly is, or what will happen to it as it spins itself the cocoon. we r more alike than different

an object from my dream last night

it was just the microwave i have in real life that someone sharpie’d a bart in. it wasn’t big, like large enough to fit a person or even be considered a “room”, yet everyone in my dream (myself included) referred to it as “the bart room”

what does this mean

Vincent Price at the opening of The Tingler (1959)