Golly gee, it’s Bee!!!!1!1

Season by Christina Bothwell (American, b.1960 ) Medium: cast glass and ceramic.

Text reads: Loss of the ship Ariel sailed from London for Sydney on 31 January 1872, but failed to arrive. She is assumed by most who knew her to have been fatally pooped (i.e., had a wave break over the stern, her fine lines always made her at risk of this.

Me rn

The Guardian bookshop has the right cover uploaded on the listing. Unfortunately, the image that appears alongside a search result is always determined by Google’s algorithm

… and in its infinite wisdom, it decided to choose an image from the ‘customers also bought’ section.

Furries have already achieved the dream of every shit silicon valley technology and in a more ethical and less cringe way

The metaverse: VRChat
NFTs: adoptable fursonas
Typing words into a text box and having art appear: commissions

columbo but mole

Molumbo

cowgirl for a cyberpunk campaign🌃

#oc | #furry | #digitalart | #coloredsketch | #TTRPG | #BRart

matching beards, such family resemblance !!!

A painting of a girl. Text reads: "my passions: - the moon - hot drink - this thing" Next to "this thing" is a little painting of an unknown insect.

This is what I'm all about.

Having MTG be *my beat* in a job I wound up having to leave bc I went insane and/or was in too much pain to do anymore means I have a lot of feelings of anxiety and inadequacy tied up in the game but damn … I like to play with the silly cards with the silly art on em + read the silly stories

I heart having a separate bsky account not attached to my name where act more like myself because I’m not sure the person I am is marketable/interesting/not detestable

maybe my gender is like zelda im a princess most of the time but I turn into sheik to help out boys. I haven't played oot

I MISS PLAYING MAGIC WITH RANDOM MFS SO BAD FUCWJEKEHHSJSJSHHSJ

necromancer

post by Errai @errai (after three beers) Do you guys ever feel sorta.. empty? Like you're housing a malevolent entity as a passenger in your body but have no identity or will ot your own Friend 1: you're probably just a husk man Friend 2: vessel alert

a man in a suit and tie is adjusting his tie in front of a purple background . Alt: a businessy business man ready to make a deal

if you’re a disgraced surgeon with a fetish for removing gallbladders, hmu

i have an offer which may be worth your time

took codeine, ibuprofen, paracetamol, and peppermint tea

tyumy huersts so baddd

lego pompompurin 💫

I’m choosing to interpret this as Lieutenant Columbo revealing he fucking loves taking it in the ass

slept for two hours, tum my stil hurts

t ummy hurts

Diagram of a torus (a donut-like shape) as used by Jacques Lacan to illustrate how persistent and unsatisfiable manque (‘lack’ or ‘want-to-be’) drives human subjectivity. A path labelled demand flows from the internal body to external body of the torus (this element of subjectivity is continual in conversation with and being restructured by language and the Other). Yet the path labelled as desire runs a continual path around the central void of the shape, and so is unable to attach itself completely to an external object.

You will dream of 𝑥 until you have 𝑥.

While 𝑥 may be everything you ever dreamt it would be, it can never be the cessation of dreaming itself.

you chip your nail polish enough and you start to regret ever painting them in the first place

but never forget how happy you were when them shits were all green and sparkly

that’s what makes it worth it

dream about yuri VR sex with Bruce Campbell

what does it mean if you dream about fucking horror icon Bruce Campbell as an anime girl in VR

Bruce Campbell anime girl VR sex dream meaning

psychiatrists near me

children and your ugly head... 2 absolutely classic things to rear

Hideo Kojima should meet Claudia Winkleman

You can never be truly accepted by something incapable of rejecting you.

A low response rate and waves of self consciousness keep you humble.

Occasionally you must remember that you are cringe and that no one asked, don’t let the machine steal that sacred knowledge from you.