Psychopomp
fishingboatproceeds:

At a Corn fest (because Indiana) and my kids are playing in this playground made of corn kernels and I’m thinking about how there are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on earth.

Interestingly, by some estimates, there are as many stars in the observable universe as there are bytes of data on the internet. Subsequently I have become quite fond of saying: “Humanity created its own miniature universe and filled it with porn and pictures of cats.”

fishingboatproceeds:

At a Corn fest (because Indiana) and my kids are playing in this playground made of corn kernels and I’m thinking about how there are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on earth.

Interestingly, by some estimates, there are as many stars in the observable universe as there are bytes of data on the internet. Subsequently I have become quite fond of saying: “Humanity created its own miniature universe and filled it with porn and pictures of cats.”

There’s something dark about London. A faint nagging feeling that suffuses every fibre of it. Something primitive and almost primal bleeding in from the far reaches of history. When night falls, and darkness shrouds the streets, that’s when you can feel it most. Standing on a busy thoroughfare you can almost smell the death and the sin and the spilled blood of empire. Faint echoes of plague cries and rude hawkers almost find your ears. They’re memories, but not of the people, past and present, they are the memories of the thing itself. For though we might not want to admit, London is alive and it’s always hungry for more meat. Why else do you think it calls out to people from around the world? Drawing them in. Perhaps this is why I don’t like being in London after dark. Because that is when it begins to feed…

(via glempy)

Meanwhile I’ve been more creeped out by Bristol at night and Tonbridge during the day…

I’ve turned into a Londoner.

Now come. Let me show you the sights. The river is so inviting when the sun goes down.

(via thecoreworlds)

Begone foul nightmare! Thou insalubrious shade! I will not listen to your siren song! I will not be drawn into the depths from whence you rose! You shall not make me like you! Like them! The wraiths and spectres of London shall not claim me while I still draw breath!

Similar to the idea of Where’s Waldo, a Tumblr page called Subtle Dildo is posting random, ordinary pictures with a special hidden object. Can you find the dildo?

stupidsheets:

letusneverspeakofthis:

did-you-kno:

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the last one took me a minute…

this is fucking amazing

There’s something dark about London. A faint nagging feeling that suffuses every fibre of it. Something primitive and almost primal bleeding in from the far reaches of history. When night falls, and darkness shrouds the streets, that’s when you can feel it most. Standing on a busy thoroughfare you can almost smell the death and the sin and the spilled blood of empire. Faint echoes of plague cries and rude hawkers almost find your ears. They’re memories, but not of the people, past and present, they are the memories of the thing itself. For though we might not want to admit, London is alive and it’s always hungry for more meat. Why else do you think it calls out to people from around the world? Drawing them in. Perhaps this is why I don’t like being in London after dark. Because that is when it begins to feed…

I found this in the notes section of my phone. I wrote it in the early evening of January 11th, on a train heading West out of London.

I don’t like London.

London frightens me.

no-one-tans-like-satan:

lazylittlephangirl:

lapdragons:

youremybrandnewday:

letsgetfitwithdisney:

nosdrinker:

baimbaie:

captainspensaurus:

the fact that there’s only about 5000 people who’ve reblogged this scares me. That means that less that 5000 people know where these come from.
I feel old…

very odd

literally every person on earth has read the very hungry caterpillar

Literally everyone.

I am 18.. What is the very hungry caterpillar?

are you joking

How can you not know about the very hungry caterpillar?!

I’m 16 and I know what the very hungry caterpillar is don’t lose faith

The caterpillar hungers…

no-one-tans-like-satan:

lazylittlephangirl:

lapdragons:

youremybrandnewday:

letsgetfitwithdisney:

nosdrinker:

baimbaie:

captainspensaurus:

the fact that there’s only about 5000 people who’ve reblogged this scares me. That means that less that 5000 people know where these come from.

I feel old…

very odd

literally every person on earth has read the very hungry caterpillar

Literally everyone.

I am 18.. What is the very hungry caterpillar?

are you joking

How can you not know about the very hungry caterpillar?!

I’m 16 and I know what the very hungry caterpillar is don’t lose faith

The caterpillar hungers…

me: whats your opinion on tampons
little brother: they're little fuzzy sticks on strings
me: then you are ultimately more mature than most boys
little brother: why
me: for some reason tampons are gross and taboo just cuz they go in a vagina
little brother: well so does a penis and boys never stop talking about those
me:
little brother:
me: that is a fantastic point

twisted-transistorr:

paindemands-tob3-felt:

pandabearjayy:

I absolutely love the end result.

i can’t believe i watched that

i thought this was going to take me on a spiritual journey and it did

"Photoshop Image" is a level 5 wizard spell

a-lonely-timelord:

bowtieblackbird:

I found this at the supermarket today.

THE LABEL SAYS “MYCKET LITEN FISK” WHICH LITERALLY MEANS “VERY SMALL FISH” I’M DYING

DEPLOY THE FISHY SONG! (x)

a-lonely-timelord:

bowtieblackbird:

I found this at the supermarket today.

THE LABEL SAYS “MYCKET LITEN FISK” WHICH LITERALLY MEANS “VERY SMALL FISH” I’M DYING

DEPLOY THE FISHY SONG! (x)

blakanubis:

This is why I send my kids to private wizarding school…

I think state run magic schools are unfairly stigmatised. Just because you can afford fancy private wizarding schools doesn’t make you better than anyone else.