void

A deer has eaten a discarded funyun and got powers

cds are truly superior to aux for listening to music in a car because you can tell your passenger that they get to pick one of YOUR cds to put in, granting them the ILLUSION of control while still guaranteeing you dont have to listen to anything you dont like

getting a note on a super old post

reblog to slap op with some paper in the wind

vehicular manslaughter chappell roan be like you can hit a hundred boys with cars

Ugh. I hate the current political climate. Trump is trash. I miss when we had REAL, GOOD presidents like *opens up a history book* umm... *keeps flipping* uhh... *frantically searches* oh Jesus oh god

lovebombing a walmart

wikipedia editors are like if redditors were monks

wait, isnt NSFW the letters on the compass

So close.

north south FUCK west

psychedelic horror & psychological rock

It’s really funny when people who enjoy content that’s easy consume think they’re somehow oppressed for this preference even tho the entire entertainment industry caters to it

You’re not oppressed for reading mediocre romance books that can be found on the “As seen on Booktok” table ar Barnes and Nobles or enjoying MCU movies. You’re actually the core audience that keeps these million dollar monopolies afloat.

I wanna live in the world where these people are actually oppressed lmao. Imagine going to the movie theater and there’s like a tons of thoughtful mid-budget movies made and all the romance novels at the bookstore contain intricate narratives and complex characters. Come on now

Some guy says he likes MCU movies and he instantly gets beaten to death by a gang of pretentious snobs that roam the streets like wild animals

Your vision for the world is beautiful

Let ppl enjoy things whether it’s Marvel or an indie film or whatever.

Well I enjoy hating on marvel fans or whatever

That’s fine, but keep the negativity to yourself pls

I also enjoy spreading negativity

For the last decade or so, I’ve been routinely attending a ride-on lawnmower race. I’ve always wanted to participate, but the high cost of used mowers is better spent on more practical vehicles, like literally anything else. Sometimes, though, the universe sends you a message. And in my case, that message came in the form of an awkward leg of a huge trade-in scam.

Picture, if you will, the humble redneck. They await the approach of big, fast domestic mowers. John Deeres, Cub Cadets, even weird modified Chinese stuff they looted from Aliexpress. There is jubilance, but that soon comes to an awkward hush. An unfamiliar engine note approaches.

My International 1480 combine harvester, all ten tons of it, is barrelling down the highway at a clip somewhere between “tepid” and “jaunty.” Even though I have shown up for a race, I am sandbagging a little bit, making sure that the bets get settled against my vehicle before I show them the might of a fully operational monster such as mine.

Technically, there is no violation. I had looked at the rulebook from every angle in the previous year: it has the correct number of wheels, the proper agricultural intent, and with precise work on the tiller, it can even (poorly) mow a suburban lawn. Is it modified? Oh yes, yes indeed, but I see the nitrous bottles poking out from the rows of Kubotas at the starting line.

And when I leave the starting line, it is a thing of beauty. At least for a few milliseconds. It seems that the wizards at International Harvester simply did not comprehend of a situation in which the frame of their combine would be launched into the air by means of one thousand eight hundred foot-pounds of supercharger-bolstered torque. I had erroneously believed that the loose soil of the rural community would let the wheels dip in, but now I am facing directly into the sky, having twelve o’ clocked hard on my wheelie, shooting flames from my exhaust and whirling vertical blades of death towards the grandstand.

It’s not about whether you win or lose. Sometimes it’s about how many pages you add to the rulebook.

“It’s not about whether you win or lose. Sometimes it’s about how many pages you add to the rulebook. “

I am but a mild-mannered urban being and have no idea what happened in this story, but with all the Gods as my witness I am getting the above text put on a plaque and hanging it in my living room.

Legendary quote

maybe it's because i was raised catholic but churches shouldn't look like furniture stores

if i was god and someone built and designed this place to worship me i would fucking smite them

every time you SIN you gain ONE SINPOINT. i SIN frequently and gain SINPOINTS often because i am not gentle or kind. i buy perfume that smells like wolves

blackout sober