It's 1993 and you're a toy designer. You're under strict orders to make a doll "cooler". So you keep going to these clubs full of cool guys. Look at their mesh shirts, earrings, purple vests, and those funny large rings they always seem to have on them! You'd think guys this cool would have girlfriends, but it's a total sausage fest in here. Anyway, now to put all this on the cool new Ken doll and

Question: if cannibalism can be a metaphor for intense love, what can auto-cannibalism be?

within the specific parameters of cannibalism as a metaphor for (intense) love, autocannibalism would probably serve as a metaphor for isolation, loneliness, touch starvation and such. unfulfilled desire turned to desperation.

mike’s hard past couple of months

there’s no shame in admitting that none of us have any concept of how big a whale is

Thank you keemstar for providing the world with one of the funniest tweets of all time

If you've ever been disappointed by dragonfruit, especially if you felt like it tasted like nothing, then I'm like 90% sure you had unripe dragonfruit, which tastes like nothing. There's a small window of time where it tastes amazing. You must have the patience of a hunter. Do not strike until your prey is at its most delicious

"is sex with angels monsterfucking" forum thread shut down by moderators after 300 pages of fierce debate, 26 banned accounts and 8 doxxed members

in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

The thing funniest to me about slenderblr is that

We're all just normal people, we (most of us) have our own blogs outside of the slendblr

im sick to my stomachj

guillermo del toro’s pinocchio is a beautiful film but my god no one has adapted that story like neverafter. you can never look at it the same way again after listening to lou wilson, a black man, explaining that he chose to play as pinocchio because it’s a story about a little boy who isn’t allowed to make mistakes. that in pinocchio's story, he is fundamentally barred from childhood at once upon a time. he must earn something that everyone else is granted from birth. the other boys get to tell lies and play and get into trouble, but when pinocchio does the same thing there are grave and violent consequences. his pinocchio is trying to understand why the world is so unfair, why the rules are so different for him, why everyone else gets to be a real boy.

and I think about it every day.

“Dad, why aren’t we allowed to go outside?” your daughter asks one day. But she already knows. There is no outside anymore.