Theo Jansen  Strandbeest

Side note: These don’t have motors. They’re completely momentum/wind-powered and literally just wander around beaches unsupervised like giant abstract monsters.

these are both amazing and COMPLETELY TERRIFYING

i’m unreasonably freaked out and disturbed by these

Is this in some kind of uncanny valley?? It’s like an uncanny Communist march or something.

And for some reason I can’t help but imagine these things eternally striding across a barren, lifeless world.

so into this.

Avoid the friendship of those who constantly inquire and discuss the flaws of others.

Arabic Proverb  (via solacity)

Omg this proverb wants me to die alone with no friends

(Source: finaz315, via p-u-r-e-p-l-a-s-t-i-c)

It’s sort of gross when the photo credit on an image of a naked woman lists the male photographer but not the model???

I hope we don’t see too much of Chris Pratt and I hope these grimey fan bloggers don’t get their creepy “feels” all over him and make him unbearable. I might tumblr saviour him for the next few months to save myself.

There is something dark sided in my house that turns all my wine to vinegar within days of opening 😾

Anonymous asked: So how's your life been lately?

P. good. My coccyx is not broken, I learnt an important lesson about tequila and handstands. Everything else also good. Nothing to report.


masculinity is so funny to me bc men deprive themselves of the best things in life in order to achieve it like ….fuzzy socks, fun fruity pink drinks, spa days, lifetime movies,  expressing positive feelings in a healthy way, being a warm genuine person

(via barbieprivilege)

I wrote myself off so badly on Saturday night that I broke my tailbone and I don’t remember how.


I am secretly a “45”-year old white woman who wears off-white cashmere with relationship troubles and a six-figure salary. My life is narrated by R&B hits from the 70s and a sultry male voice to highlight the folly of my failed romantic endeavors. 

Choice songs: “Best of My Love” by The Emotions and “I’m Coming Out” by Diana Ross, with the occasional flair of Stevie Wonder




Rockabilly is like my number 1 pet peeve