i do think somebody made up oingo boingo just so that the 19 year old tumblr transmascs with herbert west reanimator icons who listen to nothing except talking heads and lemon demon would also have a third band to listen to.
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#....hey #that's. true
The makes me so happy. It's never to late to come out or express your identity.
💚💚💚😍😍😍💗💯
Facebook deleted this almost immediately. It's almost like the ultrawealthy don't want us knowing or talking about what's at stake.
Did you guys know the “Sickos” artist made a Sicko thats a WGA screenwriter on strike (said comic artist is a The Onion satirist comic artist and his name is Stan Kelly)
ALTAnd honestly? What a mood. Haha YES indeed.
this is so upsetting, PLEASE rb to spread awareness
PLEASE, PLEASE REBLOG THIS, WHETHER YOURE JEWISH OR NOT.
THIS IS A SUPER IMPORTANT PART OF OUR HISTORY, DONT LET IT GET DESTROYED.
gotta say after a decade of gritty cynical big screen superman storytelling it's nice to have my adventures with superman's entire thesis statement be "hey that entire era kinda sucked, here's what superman is REALLY about"
![A screenshot of the poem "The Two-Headed Calf" by Laura Gilpin. It reads: Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum. But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual. [End I.D.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/7d6d220150593a047e5c57545aea2a7a/6d934eb4e03e708e-a6/s640x960/dcfbf36f218af88b7eb82f60149d8519e5279a8d.png)
![a screenshot of the poem "How to Be a Dog" by Andrew Kane. It reads: If you want to be a dog, first you must learn to wait. You must wait all day until somebody returns, and if somebody returns late, you must learn to wait until then. Then you must learn to speak in one of the voices available to you, high and light or mellow thick and low or middle-range and terse. Whichever voice you learn to speak, you will meet somebody who does not like you because of it, they will be wary or annoyed or you will remind them of something or someone else. Once you have learned to speak you must learn not to speak unless you absolutely must, or to speak as much as you feel you must regardless of how many times you are told to stop, or sit, or placed behind a door—this will depend on what kind of a dog you want to be. And indeed there are many kinds. It may not feel as though you get to choose, and that too is a kind of dog. Next you must learn to relinquish all control over everything you might wish to control. You must learn to prefer to be led about by the neck on a piece of string, or staked to a neglected lawn by a length of chain. You must learn, once you have sampled the freedom of a life without a chain, that it is better to return and be chained again. Or you may learn that it is not—a fugitive is also a kind of dog. Of course you must learn to love, to love always and love entirely and to be wounded by nothing so much as the violence of your own love. You must learn to be confused but never disappointed by a deficiency of love. You must give up your children and not know why. You must lose yourself wholly in activity; you must never feel an itch that you do not scratch. You must learn how to wait at the foot of the bed and hope, silently, that somebody is drunk enough or lonely enough to invite you up, and you must learn not to show your excitement too much or overplay your hand. If you want to be a dog, you must learn to believe that you are not in fact a dog at all. [End Image Description.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/122c456befa33003ac945daa9069ea6f/6d934eb4e03e708e-73/s640x960/2b75f36f4e89bc7c67aedbb5fcfd697c324d867c.png)
