— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

i love my job. i arrive at the location. i make sandwiches for 8 hours. i leave.

bad news for two years ago me: your job is now i make spreadsheets for 8 hours

i was trying to put tom scott underwaterr to make it look like he was drowning but i think i just accidentally created something beautiful here. he is in awe of beauty of the self and nature

mutuals please tell me what your username means to you! after some reflection I realize I have no idea what most of your urls mean and I’m really interested to know!

You laugh like a little girl, and inside you think like a martyr.

“what’s posted on the internet stays there forever” is true for everything except that one piece of fanart you saw when you were 10 that changed the trajectory of your life forever. you will never find that again it is gone forever

guys where is the harijuana lecter

Very upsetting that on this fresh morning in this broken world I am subjected to emails

I don’t know what you’re doing with your one wild and precious life but I’m making tables in word documents

The soft animal of my body does not love spreadsheets

All my life I was a bride married to amazement but unfortunately I also had to attend zoom meetings

wheres your whimsy. wheres your fucking whimsy

Reblog and put in the tags your favourite singing voice (which singer)

Three ‘Polyommatus icarus’, Lech, Germany by lumbricus

from alumbricus

gods weakest soldier. minor events kick the shit out of me daily god hands me his lightest battles and i start sniffling and fumbling the bag