Läderach is apparently homophobic chocolate but damn it tastes good :(
Bob
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I am not a moth with a nose, but there's a lot of them in my house and I think they're friendly.
Natasha 
🇪🇺Land art installation created by Welsh 🏴 artist Jon Foreman recently (September 2025) at Poppit Sands in Wales.
Miguel de Icaza ᯅ🍉Jesus fucking christ.
My art 120 final titled "The Lake is Small, but the Fish are Big" Spray paint, Acrylic, and Sharpie on Bristol Paper #art #acrylic #abstract
Tomasz Susuł
I was kind of hoping #mastodon would be more likely to have less of the stuff that make the modern Internet insufferable, that it would be a place where people share their art and their joy and have intelligent conversations where maybe you disagree every now and then but it's okay.
It seems like that was a little naive of me.
The world is full of manically depressed, caged animals who believe themselves the ultimate authority on their subject.
Don't let them radicalize you.
Shut out the noise.
It seems like that was a little naive of me.
The world is full of manically depressed, caged animals who believe themselves the ultimate authority on their subject.
Don't let them radicalize you.
Shut out the noise.
Side-loading (Installing, really) #Obsidian onto my #Supernote so I can sync my notes between all my important devices. Now I can sync my handwritten class notes and reference them when it comes time to get down to business. Thank you to Brandon Philips for their phenomenal Supernote-Obsidian viewer plug-in.
So take me to the city
With its jack and seven stores
Where we can be together
So conveniently poor
Maybe I'm too harsh
On what I could be for you
But baby I'm a loser
And you might be one too
So scrap the stocks and dividends
We'll think about the check
And hope our mothers are happy enough
With plastic pearls on their neck
A poem I wrote called
Plastic Pearls
Maybe I'll run out to the desert
where there aren't so many people
Let my skin get hard and sunny
Like my poor old daddy's hands
Or maybe I don't have the guts
I find myself standing still these days
In my little cleared out space
Cuz these brambles make my feet bleed
And these mountains tire me out
When I'm left alone I wonder
About ways that things could be
But baby who are we kidding
I ain't whole with just me