And So My Descent Into Madness Begins.

the city where we live doesn't allow public barbecues so my brother fucking welded a grill to a handcart and now hosts "chill and grill sessions" where he sends all his friends his live location so they can hunt him down on their bikes with sausages in their backpacks while he carts it around evading the police like some sort of barbecue vigilante, grilling on the run. i have never been prouder of him

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the grip retrofuturism has over me is unreal, I want to live in this future.

all artwork by charles schridde for motorola / 1961

AND HERE COME MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE WITH A STEEL CHAIR

are these my only options

the real question is how the fuck did persephone only manage to eat 6 pomegranate seeds. theyre like the fucking cocaine of fruit you cant eat just 6 singular seeds you have to pop handfuls upon handfuls into ur mouth at rapid speeds and then get sad cause you spent half an hour getting them out of the pomegranate and ate all of them in 5 minutes

I just have to tell you guys: as a Canadian, the Deadpool line "KEEP MY COUNTRY'S NAME OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MOUTH" absolutely SLEW in our theatre. People were shrieking and jumping out of their seats. 10/10 best filmgoing experience since Endgame.

I can only imagine how Saskatoon theatres reacted to the line about Truthful Timmy, lmao.

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