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greeniery · 1 month

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don’t drink and park, accidents in cars cause population

#audio #ismfof #beauty is in the eyes of the beerholder #Spotify

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yourspeirs · 1 year

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Beauty is in the eye of the beerholder.

#band of brothers #hbo war #easy company #ronald speirs

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disarmherss · 11 months

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3 people you'd hook up with here?

Hmm. Do you know why so many people hook up drunk? Because beauty is in the eye of the beerholder?

#*answered

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westcityup · 2 years

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🔥

#SoundCloud

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mashnotesofthemythopoeic · 4 years

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Weird Old Fanfic

I found this in a file literally labeled ‘Weird Old Fanfic’. I have no memory of it. I must have just read ‘Howl’ or perhaps Allen Ginsberg once took a stab at XF fic.

Two FBI agents walk into a bar. Stop me if you’ve heard this one.

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It is dark. Far above the sweating tar pole swanning a hellish fan of liqueur, dimming the back of his hand down to a bleached corpsish cling—what dark! —stamping out the universes in this present pot-hole. They are knee-deep in it, swamping through the pools like marsh gas, coats floating, lifelines flung. Munch of T-minus under four feet and the swag of coat sleeve brushing his hand like a validating stamp. Without her sound he would not know if he is level. Balance forsakes the gimbals in his ears—turns him on end, the hands flung out like levels—crunch crunch—pothole opening out and knees giving, staggering and toe-feeling with his hand closed suddenly on her arm.

The building's lights flag them, beer neon falling over chipped caliche and shocking rut and sinkhole. He steps in water and side-winds back toward her, biting his lip, shaking his foot. Beyond the dumpster corral a ghostly hoarse hound in a tumult of affection on a chain. They feel their way up onto the porch, and he just faintly lays claim to her fifth lumbar vertebra so that they both know it and don't know it, so that the dark universe both knows and doesn't know, and he looks down into the breathy parallel world of her eyes and yanks the stave on the log door, releasing a yeasty blast of air.

The jukebox is the brightest spot in the room, and they stand beside it, eyes pinched, a row of locals like tree stumps along the bar swiveling with slow arboreal intent, boots crossed on the cross pieces of barstools, and a blatting elk head, caps and mittens and a shriveled bra on the points of its enormous varnished antlers, presiding. Mulder says evening to peel their eyes off Scully. Take a bathymetric sounding, it'll last longer. Or even just a bath. The elk’s tongue, in eternal bugle, must be wood painted pink. The lower point of its blackened cape at the bottom of the shield is thick as grizzly hair, not that he is cozily familiar with either species.

Scully sinks down at a table against the wall beneath a sign that reads ‘Beauty is in the eye of the beerholder’ and he holds his beer and loves that a quirk of planetary concurrence can make even the dumbest signs relevant.

'I don't know, maybe I think I'm starting to feel a little down, a little hopeless,' she says brightly.

'Place is working its magic, eh?' he says.

'A little lonely,' she adds, just guessing at the details. 'Like we're running out of things to talk about.'

Mulder snorts appreciatively. 'Can this be all there is to life?' he asks with a rhetorical flourish, but the hint of loneliness and longing is genuine and delicious, because of how she looks by candlelight, and because they have each other and they don't have each other.

'Thankfully, no.' She settles back, amused. 'You know, Mulder, we are un-people,' she says. 'We don't know how to mope. How to kill time. We make ineffective barflies.'

They have never been able to not have a conversation. You want to talk about Pagan Medieval trance music? You want to discuss how the gantry connects to the launch lug? You want to talk about the honey in the rock?

Her eyes move about the points of his face. The spitting candle jar contains crossed matchsticks and a floating moth. She is looking hard for something within him, and he watches her search, their gazes crossing like tractor beams. It's hard to say if she finds it, because she looks down and sips thoughtfully at her foamy glass. She turns her watch upon her wrist. 'What do you think the universe is, Mulder—nothing or everything?' she asks.

Mulder, ever an un-person, slumming, finds it impossible—impossible—to see her in the same light. He looks around, at the elk head, the hot-girl chainsaw calendar, the patrons lumped along the bar, and, then, right in front of him, Dana Scully.

'Maybe a little bit of both?' he asks, and nods. He holds up his beer glass. 'Present company excluded, a little bit of both.'

#Penumbra #the launch lug lol #is that a thing #wow the present tense huh

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alexkasstattoo · 4 years

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Beauty is in the eye of the beerholder. @electricpanthertattoo (at Northeast Side, San Antonio) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFNmNvBlNzg/?igshid=1wp20a295rj2o

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chxnugpro · 4 years

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Your eyes though 🤩🤩

Beauty’s in the eyes of the beerholder

#ask #anon

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sittingonfilm · 4 years

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Meditations on the Nature of Beauty

By Sean McGowan

December 21, 2019 | Daily Shouts | The New Yorker [x]

If you look hard enough, you can find beauty in just about anything. Even something pointless and weak, like flowers.

The most important thing about beauty is that it’s subjective. For some, beauty is a prize-winning hog at the county fair, while others think that the louder, sicker hog should’ve won.

Some say the “Mona Lisa” is the most beautiful piece of art in the world, which is pretty amazing when you consider all other art is just chiselled statues of hunked-out beefcakes.

It’s beautiful when you see grass pierce through solid concrete to grow, until you remember that grass is everywhere, and, guess what, buddy—you’re next.

People think it’s beautiful that swans mate for life, because humans almost never do. But, to be fair, swans probably agree with all other swans on just about everything, even on what kind of furniture they should get for the guest room.

It’s beautiful when a nation bands together as one, especially if it’s to watch a celebrity car chase.

If aliens ever invaded our planet, we’d have no idea what they’d think is and isn’t beautiful. So you might want to reconsider going out with me.

Once, someone told me that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Then at the boardwalk I saw a shirt that said beauty is in the eye of the beerholder. Then I saw a seagull throw up a cigarette.

Fragility can be beautiful, like butterfly wings, or when a child on an A.T.V. isn’t wearing a helmet.

If you want someone to tell you that you’re beautiful a lot, you could marry them, but they’ll probably say a bunch of other stuff, too.

Being beautiful is different from being hot or being sexy. Being hot is having a symmetrical face and acting like you don’t really care whether you live or die. Being sexy is the same as being hot but you’re also washing a sports car with a cheeseburger.

Of all the songs written about how beautiful America is, my favorite is probably “America the Beautiful,” or “Love Shack.”

If you’re not sure if someone’s beautiful or not, check if they’re wearing a sash. If they are, and it says something like “Miss Idaho,” they are probably beautiful. If it says something like “Going to the Grocery Store,” it’s me. Did you know you can just order sashes?

The marvellous thing about beauty is that it’s all around us and free to enjoy, so there’s virtually no overhead for monetizing it. All you really need is a sunset, an airhorn, and a sign that says, “$10 and I’ll stop.”

Our idea of what’s beautiful changes throughout our lives, as we learn and grow. When you’re young, you might think the most beautiful thing in the world is lingerie football—then one day you wake up, look at your wife and three kids, and realize that the most beautiful thing in the world is simply the four of them, all playing lingerie football. To me, that’s beautiful.

#beauty #daily shouts #the new yorker

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flameontheotherside · 4 years

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Erik on finding me a "date"...

First off, I'm bored. I gave Matt the old fashioned it's YOU and not me speech. 🤦‍♀️ It's just best we stay friends for now and see how it goes.

Second, I have no friends. I've met good people online. Boy friends. Let's be clear I need to get out there and have fun. With people who have thier life together so that I can't be lifted UP. Not weighed down. Matt is too down. He's fucked up too many times. I tried to look past it but there's too many red flags.

Third, you fish in a toxic pond, you get toxic fish. I'm not in a toxic pond. I'm surrounded by positive, uplifting people who all want a better life and they are really working toward it.

Erik and I are laughing at my messages.

Jesus 🤦‍♀️ its been almost ten years since being on a dating site. Or a site specifically used for such. It's still shitty. But I'm a little antisocial in that I don't usually go out of my way to be friendly with a hot dude. Texting is way easier and I've been reminded today that hot dudes with an IQ don't really exist. I mean I can use Matt for example too. He's gorgeous. 😭 My vagina wants nothing more than his gorgeousness BUT my brain deserves better. Fuck! I fucking deserve better! 🙋‍♀️

So Erik and I are reading through these rediculous texts. Ugh... Lots of younger dudes. Thank God Erik being my twin Flame catches up in age wise. Oh there he goes flexing 🤦‍♀️ for no apparent reason. Yeah now he's full of shit. He knows it but when I drool he gets all bashful. Fucking dick. Anyway 🙄🙏 Im not holding my breath but just an intelligent conversation not about my looks or anything pervy... Would be great.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder... ☝️😆

... No, Erik, it's 🍺🍻 BEERHOLDER! I need someone as asthedically pleasent and intelligent. 🤦‍♀️ Which is basically a unicorn. BUT I'm pretty good looking, artistic, geeky, goofy and a pinch of cray-cray. So a unicorn deserves a unicorn 🤣.

No, not a brony 🦄. They are creepy! They probably go to circle jerk parties and watch my little ponie with pin the tail on the ponie type of shit. Lmao!

Erik is dieing. 🤣👏👏👏

🤦‍♀️ I'm joking but I'm also slightly serious. He's already dead for Pete's sake. Not like he can die twice. 😑 I'm so tired right now. But I'm going to go back to these hilariously sad messages in my inbox.

😘❤️ Good night ya'll!

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rjsamuelsofficial · 2 years

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St en Paddys day Weekender Part 4 Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.' #instaillustration #font #happy #hat #brand #logo #graphics #graphicdesign #illustration #happymoment #logos #illustrationartists #creativity #quoteoftheday #interesting #happytime #hats #branding #doodle #leprechaun #happylife #hatted #brandenthusiast #graphicdesigndaily #graphic_arts #strengthinletters #loveyouforever #logoinspirations #ilovebeer #intheeye #beerholder #beautyblender

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untouchablefm · 3 years

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Beauty is in the eye of the beerholder.

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lovexfoolsophy · 4 years

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Beauty is in the eyes of the beerholder 🍻 (at NUDE Grill) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEwP88NHHJN6kjyXZcGFcb62IXBbcitTFw4g440/?igshid=1h003902edmfh

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beerselfie · 6 years

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#Repost @_sydnatious_ ・・・ Beauty is in the eye of the beerholder.

#repost

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lourdjeannette · 4 years

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#Postcards from the first #SundaySunset of 2020 no se medio ni el 1 ni el 2 my Bday ni el 3 ni el 4 ni rl 5 pero si el 6 el mar nutre el alma porque cuando el sol se posa en el agua vez solo algo inmenso La gracia deDios #Happy “ The Beauty is in the Eyes of the Beholder” claro en el beerholder too 😜#HelloMaPeople #BeachesFromDR https://www.instagram.com/p/B6-xqa7nkH7/?igshid=1ou3yzuquu6af

#postcards #sundaysunset #happy #hellomapeople #beachesfromdr

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deelanmv-blog · 6 years

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Beauty's in the eye of the beerholder. . . . . #photography #eye #pictureoftheday #pic #photo #iris #eyebrows #brown #instagood #instagreat #igers #reflections #reflection #lights #studio #dslr #canoneos #plaid #film #filmphotography #toronto (at Toronto, Ontario)

#dslr #studio #film #filmphotography #pic #photography #brown #reflections #plaid #igers #lights #instagreat #photo #reflection #toronto #pictureoftheday #iris #eyebrows #eye #canoneos #instagood

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astylegirlsedit · 5 years

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Beauty is in the eye of the ⁣ beerholder 😉😆🍻🍺 Breaking open beer bottles on this very warm, sun-filled Bank Holiday Monday...Cheers! 🌞🍺 #longweekend #beer_moment_ #fortheloveofbeer https://www.instagram.com/p/B1oyLSAnmNM/?igshid=v4c6ghasqayo

#longweekend #beer_moment_#fortheloveofbeer

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