Julius LeBlanc Stewart (American, 1855-1919)
Reading Aloud, ca. 1883
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I just think that if I were Kenneth Branagh I wouldn’t title my next Poirot film as if it’s an installment in a Discovery Channel spooky story series
discovered an intriguing network of pornbots which appear to be repeatedly reblogging this picture of butter between themselves
I love all of these
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Are posts breaking containment from likes now? I’m not complaining because if I don’t want you all to hear my silly little thoughts I simply don’t say them, but one of my posts that I did not tag (with a real, searchable tag) has been reblogged by no one and got a few extra likes from URLs I’ve never seen before. So I assume it showed up for some people because someone liked it and the algorithm decided to share?
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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If I do die in a South Carolina swamp and get eaten by the lizard man you have to go find the lizard man and kill him and get my remains and take them home, by the way. There are no guarantees in life or in death but I think my odds of winding up an unhappy restless spirit would go up a lot in South Carolina specifically. Other states are probably fine.
Not to sound like an old woman but I hope the word “situationship,” whatever it means, dies. I would rather die in a South Carolina swamp and be eaten by the lizard man than be fully aware that I have no idea what’s going in in my messy relationship and just carry on like that, fully aware and unwilling to do anything except appear on old women’s algorithmic social media feeds about it
blorbo doesn’t cut it that thing is my squeaky toy and i’m a dog with a strong kill instinct. shaking it shaking it shaking it shaking it
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I, personally, love it when my work computer is so slow as to be unusable
It’s happening again I can feel it in my bones
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