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weaver-z:

weaver-z:

CRAB CATASTROPHE AT THE ASIAN SUPERMARKET

I walked up while a woman was in the middle of browsing the fishmonger’s section with her family. She was looking into a big bin with her daughter. I overheard the mom ask something that sounded very much like “…están muertos?” and the daughter nodded very confidently. The mother reached in. Audible click of crab claws. LOUD yelp. Uncontrollable giggling of the daughter as the mother held up a hand with a very much living crab wriggling in her grip, chained to five other crabs in a claw-handhold. The five other crabs then fell on the floor and started scattering. Just some absolutely Looney Tunes events happening today.

prettylittlelights:

microdosing being your friend by unliking and reliking a post to show i read your tags

generalgrievousdatingsim:

adulthood is just telling yourself “and after i’ve done THAT i can finally relax” with increasing desperation

m-kojua:

Two tickets for Barbie please !

brucespringsteendotcom:

“oh you just have to find a tolerable job” ok well what if none of them are. What if selling my labor is fundamentally intolerable

hellodaekko:

hellodaekko:

glad this resonated with all of the freaks i love you

neondyke:

“tits or ass” who am i to say that the sun is more beautiful than the moon? that the rain is more important than the sunshine? we must uplift both as treasures that enrich our lives, not as enemies to compete for our affections. but ass probably