Pennant-winged Nightjar (Caprimulgus Vexillarius), Male, Family Caprimulgidae, Order Caprimulgiformes,

Since some classes at my school don't let us use computers after exams I've started preparing for next round

do we fuck with the Spoke (sprite and coke)

Intelligence isn't real. Locking in isn't real. Manifesting isn't real. Tryharding isn't real. Nobody has a divine feminine, or a love language, or a humoral temperament. Men aren't real. Women aren't real. The club is a projection. The world is not a hologram. There are no afterlives, sacred frequencies, or psychological archetypes. Your body is a temple but like, one of those Sumerian ones that was mainly for storing grain. Epicurus was right. Get it twisted and always be twisting it.

Affordable Care Act (Deluxe Paint IV, 2024)

ily, menswear guy

To add to the whole Mike's hard lemonade with cucumber lime gatorade (that's such a strange gatorade flavour by the way, who buys it?) saga, Canadian Nestea and Sprite literally tastes like nothing.

It's vaguely carbonated, and the nestea comes in every now and then but it's so faint it's what I imagine seeing the light in a near-death experience feels like. It's not so much of an indescribable taste, but the absence of one.

It is a drink going down my throat, but it's unrecognizable. It's just cold and unmistakably nice, but still mysterious

It's everything I could've wanted from a drink: a liquid that is cold, carbonated and bright.

Nine my beloved.

big ol ham puck

don't. don't do this

The price of freedom

thanks spotify for the christopher walken jumpscare

Hey fun fact you can bite girls and they like it