Im Sad So Guess What Bitches

the nurse during top surgery be like

nivek ogre side wound sunday

give it up for my fav pathetic man

friends drawing of a bird

yeah cus he'll just say "wait and see ;)"

we ask for breadcrumbs because a birthday cake is way to ambitious

Hello Neil Gaiman :D

After watching Good Omens just about 20 times all the way through there's still a question that sticks with me every time I watch episode 6.

When Crowley (in Aziraphale's body) and Aziraphale (in Crowley's body) buy ice cream are they eating the flavour of ice cream they themselves like to eat or are they eating the flavour of ice cream the other would want to eat because they are in each others body and want to keep up appearances?

(hope that wasn't too wordy anyway have wonderful day!)

It's very hard to keep count of the questions that come in here, but I think that must be the most-asked question. Certainly it's in the top three.

I love that it's the thing people wonder about the most.

tumblr really trying to show me things that aren't good omens but oh no i will not be broken

Is it just me or are the new tumblr users convinced there's a penalty of some kind for using this site like it's meant to be used?

tell me where tf my grandmother found raunchy furry art of a springbok and decided the family gc was the best place for it

cant wait for the new Apple Bone Music feature to launch

While I’m on an absolute contemporary art kick, let’s talk about the Handphone Table by Laurie Anderson.

Originally created in the late 1970’s, visitors entering the exhibit room would stumble upon an wooden table, a few chairs and a photo on the wall depicting two patrons at the same table with their elbows up and hands over their ears.

Naturally most visitors would sit down at the table and try to match the people in the picture. And in doing so, they would be quite surprised to hear Anderson’s voice coming through their hands as if she was entering their consciousness.

What they didn’t know was Anderson had installed a secret, special speaker inside the table that transmitted sound vibrations through solid material rather than air. That is to say, the listeners’ bones conducted her recorded voice.

It was a way for a performance artist to be invisible and yet still present…inside a visitor’s head.

I stumbled upon an alternate, updated version of this artwork at the Hirshhorn, where instead of her voice, I heard her droning, experimental music vibrating up my arms and into my ears (among many talents, she is also a composer). Still just as trippy and deliciously creepy though. ;)

my username has been unleashed into the real world. It was a fair trade tho