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only-tiktoks:

pancakepartyinthevoid:

thecrabbybarista:

thank-god-it-is-my-bois:

honestly i don’t think there’s anything ghost hunters can do to get evidence that will ever be funnier than Ryan Bergara’s method of going into Aaron Burr’s home and showing off a Hamilton playbill he brought.

OP you can’t just leave this in the tags

[image: #i dont think i can ever forget the moment ryan whipped out that playbill because i was eating and i legitimately started choking #for some reason i was just so caught off guard by it that i fucking lost it and my food immediately got caught in my throat #i cant remember if i managed to cleared my airway by hacking the food up or swallowing it #i just remember sitting there on my couch home alone for real wheezing and coughing and gasping for air. my eyes teared up so badly. #at one point something like ‘i cannot let ryan bergara kill me’ crossed my mind and that just made it worse #after i got my airway clear and all i was so rattled that I just hit pause and messaged my best friend for a bit #i had to rewind it by like 2-3 minutes too#gave me an intimate insight into what the ghosts go through though #cuz like there i was. just dying with the sound of Ryan and Shane yammering in the background #truly humbling]

mostly-funnytwittertweets:

irlwakko:

catgirlforeskin:

feelslikelalala:

vnusplanetoflove:

lewvithur:

chuplayswithfire:

hndwrttn:

kineticpenguin:

bonni:

I just saw a gifset that split the word “beautiful” into 3 gifs and I think this one may be the new t hanos

You’re laughing. She has a urinary tract infection and you’re laughing

ok most of these I can get the original context, but who the fuck is this fruitier looking matpat and why does he have calcium in his bones

no clue but this guy has it too

stevenrogered:

Ke Huy Quan wins the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor for Everything Everywhere All at Once

cryoverkiltmilk:

guerrillatech:

How dare you leave this Jason Todd discourse in the tags.

stynamo:

vergak:

Goddamn. Okay

Did you have a kid in your neighborhood who always hid so good, nobody could find him? We did. After a while we would give up on him and go off, leaving him to rot wherever he was. Sooner or later he would show up, all mad because we didn’t keep looking for him. And we would get mad back because he wasn’t playing the game the way it was supposed to be played.

There’s hiding and there’s finding, we’d say. And he’d say it was hide-and-seek, not hide-and-give-UP, and we’d all yell about who made the rules and who cared about who, anyway, and how we wouldn’t play with him anymore if he didn’t get it straight and who needed him anyhow, and things like that. Hide-and-seek-and-yell. No matter what, though, the next time he would hide too good again. He’s probably still hidden somewhere, for all I know.

As I write this, the neighborhood game goes on, and there is a kid under a pile of leaves in the yard just under my window. He has been there a long time now, and everybody else is found and they are about to give up on him over at the base. I considered going out to the base and telling them where he is hiding. And I thought about setting the leaves on fire to drive him out. Finally, I just yelled, “GET FOUND, KID!” out the window. And scared him so bad he probably wet his pants and started crying and ran home to tell his mother. It’s real hard to know how to be helpful sometimes.

A man I know found out last year he had terminal cancer. He was a doctor. And knew about dying, and he didn’t want to make his family and friends suffer through that with him. So he kept his secret. And died. Everybody said how brave he was to bear his suffering in silence and not tell everybody, and so on and so forth. But privately his family and friends said how angry they were that he didn’t need them, didn’t trust their strength. And it hurt that he didn’t say good-bye.

He hid too well. Getting found would have kept him in the game. Hide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found. “I don’t want anyone to know.” “What will people think?” “I don’t want to bother anyone.”

Better than hide-and-seek, I like the game called Sardines. In Sardines the person who is It goes and hides, and everybody goes looking for him. When you find him, you get in with him and hide there with him. Pretty soon everybody is hiding together, all stacked in a small space like puppies in a pile. And pretty soon somebody giggles and somebody laughs and everybody gets found.

Medieval theologians even described God in hide-and-seek terms, calling him Deus Absconditus. But me, I think old God is a Sardine player. And will be found the same way everybody gets found in Sardines - by the sound of laughter of those heaped together at the end.

“Olly-olly-oxen-free.” The kids out in the street are hollering the cry that says “Come on in, wherever you are. It’s a new game.” And so say I. To all those who have hid too good. Get found, kid! Olly-olly-oxen-free.

— Robert Fulghum, “All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten”

dredsina:

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dredsina:

dredsina:

dredsina:

YOU THINK I’M JOKING BUT I’M DEAD SERIOUS

one day this comic will reach a million notes and then i’m going to quit my job and become a couch

Huh? What’s this? I don’t remember ordering something that big.

Oh, it’s a sofa? I already have one, though…

Hang on, my job sent me this? Is this some sort of bonus or something?

Huh??? It’s empty?? Then why was it so heavy…

Oh hang on what’s this?

I’m not sure I can reach it…

Oh crap!!!!

Everyone who isn’t reblogging this version is a coward and a villain

nantosveltas:

bnprime:

mikedawwwson:

Life During Interesting Times

this is fascinating
because it’s so thoroughly pre covid
with our own eyes we saw the capacity for powerful collective action
as well as the forces which push and move against it.