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Mac Screams to the Void - Me talking ! (ab stuff im a fan of and irl!)
MacSaves - Stuff i want to look at later :D
MacLiveblogs - i liveblog occasionally :D
rambles - thoughts i have but dont want to clean up/analysis occasionally?/long posts
MacsStuff - stuff i make :D/picture edits/gifs
MacAsk - i answer asks!! (send some my way! :D)
q - my queue tag !
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:D <- uh here’s my ace attorney playlists ??
you know that quote "when you have a hammer everything looks like a nail" bc that's how i feel whenever i have a lysol wipe in my hand
PDFDrive stopped working a couple months ago, but you can try oceanofpdf.com instead.
honestly? fruit is love. peeling an orange and sharing the segments. that post about the husband making an apple & cheese platter for his wife. I bought a cantaloupe at the store and was too tired to cut it up, and then this morning my dad said “hey I cut up that cantaloupe for you it’s in the fridge.” cherries on top of milkshakes with two straws. a margarita with a lime slice purchased at a bar for a potential lover. fruit is love
i really like this nancy strip
Felt the need to compress the first 13 minutes of Slimecicle's latest stream...
I have built a very healthy relationship with my 10 years old brother
unrelated but “like butt and ass” has stuck with me. what way to describe something
I can’t really post it as a poll bc it’s more of an Essay Question, but I’m curious:
What was the first queer fictional character you can remember seeing or reading about? If you can’t remember the first, then just think back as far as you can. For me I think it was Captain Jack Harkness.
elderly woman at work today mentioned her wife today while i was ringing her up, HP fully restored +20 strength +20 constitution
What if they recreate Willy Wonka but put the tickets in pad boxes
I love this sosos much because it implies Willy Wonka coudl just be some guy putting golden tickets in pad boxes with absolutely no end goal
Anyways if he were to own a pad factory I think it’d be funny if he was doing the whole selling the factory thing cause he’s now in menopause
Yk these things
“We don’t value craftsmanship anymore! All we value is ruthless efficiency, and I say we deny our own humanity that way!”
Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson, 1995
Once again, Calvin is far too right
extremely unsexy of adhd to make me both very annoying and very sensitive to the concept of being perceived as annoying
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![a screenshot of the poem "How to Be a Dog" by Andrew Kane. It reads: If you want to be a dog, first you must learn to wait. You must wait all day until somebody returns, and if somebody returns late, you must learn to wait until then. Then you must learn to speak in one of the voices available to you, high and light or mellow thick and low or middle-range and terse. Whichever voice you learn to speak, you will meet somebody who does not like you because of it, they will be wary or annoyed or you will remind them of something or someone else. Once you have learned to speak you must learn not to speak unless you absolutely must, or to speak as much as you feel you must regardless of how many times you are told to stop, or sit, or placed behind a door—this will depend on what kind of a dog you want to be. And indeed there are many kinds. It may not feel as though you get to choose, and that too is a kind of dog. Next you must learn to relinquish all control over everything you might wish to control. You must learn to prefer to be led about by the neck on a piece of string, or staked to a neglected lawn by a length of chain. You must learn, once you have sampled the freedom of a life without a chain, that it is better to return and be chained again. Or you may learn that it is not—a fugitive is also a kind of dog. Of course you must learn to love, to love always and love entirely and to be wounded by nothing so much as the violence of your own love. You must learn to be confused but never disappointed by a deficiency of love. You must give up your children and not know why. You must lose yourself wholly in activity; you must never feel an itch that you do not scratch. You must learn how to wait at the foot of the bed and hope, silently, that somebody is drunk enough or lonely enough to invite you up, and you must learn not to show your excitement too much or overplay your hand. If you want to be a dog, you must learn to believe that you are not in fact a dog at all. [End Image Description.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/5f10e46dd110bb4196c1a9b4b924a395/8d9a2f5203fc94be-40/s540x810/d15ec56d18bd07eb711f16d61c9324040d5af3b3.png)
![a screenshot of the poem "Meditations in an Emergency" by Cameron Awkward-Rich. It reads: I wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside. I ride the train, walk among the buildings, men in Monday suits. The flight of doves, the city of tents beneath the underpass, the huddled mass, old women hawking roses, & children all of them, break my heart. There’s a dream I have in which I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair. There are no borders, only wind. Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand on my stupid heart. End Image Description.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/509d097bd825913230e7ebf3daccb064/8d9a2f5203fc94be-ba/s540x810/41e921efcdeb83b25f1f4e14864856205dd54e0b.png)
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