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this was written before the printing press was invented and it still sounds like a modern day shitpost
a form of indian poetry, keh (say) mukarni (denial) is an interesting genre of riddles played between two young women, where one of them describes something in a way that it is mistaken by the other girl as her beloved, and finally turns out to be something completely different
i can’t stop thinking about that tweet about the guy who tried to stop his cat from pushing his door open and accidentally trained him to push 50lbs instead
Wow 20 plus years later and Miss Bellums face is finally revealed 💫🌹 (Ig: kieraplease)
Someone said “except she has tasteful cleavage showing lol” idk how to @ ppl on this thing. But dang guys. I am human. I have boobs, sometimes they show no matter what lol. I put on multiple jackets to see which worked and this is the best one. Im sorry dude this picture happened to show more cleavage, it’s the best pic i took. Y’all have to remember i am not actually the character, sometimes it’s just my spin on things and your cricistism is welcomed but don’t be rude. Things hurt my feelings too. You might not like something but there’s ways to say it where it doesn’t come across a little mean. But thank you for all the nice feedback too! I know i forgot the choker :/ tho and shoulda changed my jacket button to black
First off, this is hilarious, but secondly, the artist’s name is Bill Flowers and he literally goes by The Snake Artist because he just does a bunch of paintings like this.
He’s also apparently a “venomous snake wrangler.” He’s Australian, which I feel explains a lot.
so when are men gonna realize that women aren’t complicated and we’re actually just normal people and it’s men that lack emotional depth and interesting personalities?
Yeah….. Except I’m an emotional man with tons of depth. I speak 5 languages and play every instrument known. I can build a house. I can plant a garden. I know a little bit about everything.
Maybe women really are cunts who just seek to destroy men and invalidate them?
i have no idea how to reply to this cause it’s simply just the funniest thing i’ve ever read and nothing will ever top it
I love how none of the things he stated are indicative of emotional depth or an interesting personality
One of my favorite animation stories is when Disney hired a group of female animators to work on Snow White and like this was a huge deal, it was Snow White, it was going to be the very first full-length American animated movie, it would go on to win a special Oscar designed just for it (they didn’t know that at the time of production, obviously, but this is how groundbreaking the movie was). And obviously this was back in the 1930s so everything was hand-drawn and hand-inked but…because they had the actual physical cels right there in front of them, they could put whatever they wanted to on the paper, I don’t know about you all, but I feel like I definitely take that for granted. You think ‘pencil, ink, paints’ and that’s it. And apparently Walt Disney had that mindset too because he was confused by the texture of the makeup on Snow White’s face and so he asked his female animators and they were just like, “Sir, we used our actual makeup” like these animators actually did Snow White’s makeup which is mind-blowing enough but then you realize that there were over 250,000 cels in Snow White and okay, sure, only a fraction of those cels actually featured a closeup of Snow but it’s still insane to think that we’re looking at somebody’s real blush here (once you see it, you can’t un-see it):