chaoslindsay:

It’s a beautiful day in the Pacific Northwest, and you’re an unstoppable killing machine from the Pleistocene epoch that Death forgot.

mellointheory:

solkorolevaa:

the-haiku-bot:

mellointheory:

the-haiku-bot:

mellointheory:

Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.

Who makes the porn bots.

Where do they come from. What do

they hope to achieve.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.

do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?

My voice repeats what

you all say: I love you I

love you I love you.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

This person understands. I keep seeing people in the notes who dont get it saying “oh its just haikubot’s creator” shut up shut up it’s a bot made by another human to take our words and turn them into art and art is the greatest fucking form of love on this earth. Art is seeing something and showing that it is beautiful. Art is the story of one person saying i love you i love you i love you and thousands of people saying it back. Do you understand? The bot is the love because that’s what it was made to say.

jareckiworld:

Margaret Nazon — Galaxy Cluster  [velvet with beading (glass, plastic and organic material), canvas backing, 2016]

lothloriencosplay:

Don’t talk to me or my son ever again

rabidlitmajor:

rabidlitmajor:

Noooo don’t get a tattoo it’s so permanent blah blah blah my tattoo is whatever I want it to be and today it’s an octopus

Today is my mom’s bday so today my tattoo is her favorite key lime pie for her.

fravery:

Jeff Daniel Smith

tinyghosthands:

The Looking-For-Sea-Shells-On-the-Beach Poem

prinnay:

Weapon fairy no. 4

Death’s head hawkmoth, chamomile, shamshir

libertineangel:

mouchefska:

What If we kissed under the dinosaurs kissing statue

You would probably get hit by a car but such is the risk of love

itscolossal:

Realistic Bird Busts and Portraits Slot Pieces of Wood into Jigsaw-Like Sculptures

psikonauti:

Maringka Tunkin (Aboriginal Australian,b.1959)

Honey Ant Dreaming, 2019

Acrylic on linen

prinnay:

Weapon fairy no 1:

Longwing, rosemary, naginata

kelp-kelp asked:

You don't think matcha is tea????

gallusrostromegalus:

Matcha isn’t a Tea in my humble Opinion.

Matcha is an experience.

The year is 2009, the place is the University of Hawai'i at Manoa in Honolulu, and I am recovering from a still-undiagnosed disease that left me with a 100+ degree for over three weeks, extreme weight loss and permanent Brain Damage.  I have signed up for an introductory Art History class because I need an additional Humanities credit.

It’s called “The History and Philosophy of the Japanese Tea Ceremony”, and for a class I can only sort of remember, it stands out.

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galladegamer:

miaislying:

personsonable:

miaislying:

personsonable:

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?

decay exists as an extant form of life

That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day

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letmeinimafairy:

A commission for @the-astro-ambassadors , inspired by “Every heart a doorway”.