you know that one tumblr powerpoint someone made a few months ago about satiation slowly changing the way you perceive humor until at some point you transcend humor altogether and someday we as a society will find only magnified jpeg images of hank hill with the words WEED printed over it hilarious?
i feel like i understand that now. i feel like this is it, this photoset is the surreal, nonsensical apex we are collectively inching towards. it’s vague and incomprehensible and even kind of threatening, but it’s as inevitable as the heat death of the universe and all we can do is submit ourselves to it
The other night at Avant Garden I met a lady called Isis that was a Satanist.
Now you can believe whatever you want, but if your vibes are fucking with me, you can leave.
She kept talking about summoning during Blue’s set.
No, bye. Bye. Bye.
steal her style: Ina Garten
denim shirt: woven from Egyptian grown cotton and died with the wildest indigo grown in South Carolina
pearl earrings: gathered from the bottom of the Persian Gulf
tomatoes: picked fresh from the finest gardens in Italy during the winter’s harvest
but if you can’t store bought is fine
I’ve only got pills for tonight and tomorrow night. To get a refill I most likely have to go see my doctor instead of calling this time.
I hate going there so I’m just gonna take my ativan till next week probably
Only mean anons send me stuff on here
A mom (Argentina) captures a strange creature while filming her son. She believes it to be a Duende, which is a fairy or goblin-like creature from Latin American or Filipino folklore.
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