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My usual sense of equanimity is really taking a beating tonight.

Don’t give up on your dreams. If you wish to someday lurch through town in an enchanted cottage with giant chicken legs, spreading fear and wonder in equal measure, I know you can do it.
I believe in you.

"I asked ChatGPT..."

OK well I asked the tree made of hands that grows in the walled garden.

Everyone needs an unhinged Merlin on a metal skullcap

Belligerent men fuck off.

I like the way you think. I like the way you move through the world like a vampire of bookish melancholy and a dark sense of disheveled glamour, emphasis on the disheveled.

I'm not sure how I missed it, but I'm watching Blue Velvet for the first time ever and WHAT THE FUCK

If you're suddenly feeling calm and peaceful, it's because I took your voodoo doll out on a picnic. You're welcome.

Please boost

Forever enamoured by the way men will have a falling out and then one will turn up on the other's doorstep unannounced years later and they're suddenly bros again

I am nothing if not a grudge-holder, a spiteful hag of a woman, this is incredibly strange to me

Someone we spent time with on Sunday has fucken COVID, so it was nice knowing you.

The fact that it has a name? Alpine Divorce, what the fuck

Anyone in Melbourne with a drone (they know how to fly) want some paid work?

What a view and garden, though

One of our local hedgehogs polishing off some of the food our cats are too spoilt to eat.

Next-door’s weird cat has been over here again.

Fight or flight response, but to the entire modern world

This once proud and eloquently macabre stone ball, who watches over the mid-Devon countryside from the top of All Saints Church in the village of Winkleigh from his hollowed-out eyes, is now silent for most of the year, but can traditionally be heard every Halloween having his requests for companionship ignored by crows, and shouting, rather pathetically, "Hey, I was the original Halloween pumpkin, you know!" to anyone entering the churchyard below.

3. Village Church Death Head.

Je suis ashtray

And everyone wonders why the economy is tanked. No one has the money to spend to keep it running.

🧵Spotted on Market Day in Aotearoa New Zealand:

A very tubby, woolly white dog (Poodle cross sheep?) is lying in a busy thoroughfare with her tummy on show.
People SHALL NOT PASS until they've paid tummy tax.
Pats and laughter ensue.
Doggy smiles and squirms of happiness in return. (1)

Sorry 😂

It's the best thing I've seen in a very long time. Pure bite sized joy 🥰🥰

I have just discovered this wonderful account and am reveling in the small moments of joy.

Omg the restyle hats are TOO FOR FOR

It's like if a vagina was made of wet lettuce lol

Still salty about the fox shit incident from earlier today, tbh

This is the most unhappy I've ever been about a post ever.

a man in a striped shirt is yawning in a bathroom . ALT: a man in a striped shirt is yawning in a bathroom .

Er...do foxes shit in urban backyards?? Because The Englishman just walked poo through the house after using the clothesline and WE DON'T HAVE A DOG. It was right at the back door, what the fuck.

The Great Mortality

I very rarely listen to audiobooks, because my brain is Swiss cheese. However, this has been a fantastic exception to that rule. The narration is not at all annoying and I find myself enjoying it immensely.

open.spotify.com/show/3M0073T...