Holy Shit Is That Sasha. 🥺

David Gahan before Depeche Mode's Concert For The Masses at the Pasadena Rose Bowl in June 1988

I AM ABSOLUTELY RADIATING!!!!!!

PUSH UR TEMPER!

This is a failed edit, because I should have made Turbo stomp his feet🥹

again

shoutout to They Might Be Giants for writing very few songs about romance and instead making music about cool, relatable stuff like being a drum-playing fake doctor/real worm, former us president James Knox Polk, a statue that makes you die, or wanting to buy a big prosthetic forehead and wear it on your real head

Mmmm. 17776 might be one of the few utopian pieces of fiction I can actually see as beautiful and a world I wouldn’t mind living in. I think it’s because tragedy exists within it. And it’s mundane tragedy and also tragedy that is physically incomprehensible to us, who WILL die one day, but very much emotionally comprehensible because it stretches out tragedy’s scope and bounds and who can be considered tragic (the sunken city of New York, where everyone survived but the city is still gone. The lightbulb which stayed on for hundreds of years. The concept of being in love and having to be away from each other for 100 years, even though you are quite literally immortal.) like taffy . And still joy exists, and joy- mundane, pleasant, playful joy- is the force pushing continued existence, pushing the sentience of space probes, pushing the desire for us to pointlessly, happily, play

i gotta make 17776 humanized designs or i die

Suzy, do you know anything about witches?

Suspiria (1977) dir. Dario Argento

need a light?

hey worms and bugs do i have something for you!! i know i havent posted about oingo boingo for like. a year but im in a discord server about it and we could use some more members!! feel free to join, we are chill!!! reblogs and shares are much appreciated :)