Theodore I. Geshkoff, Balkan Union; A Road To Peace In Southeastern Europe (1941)

i do think it's so fun that there's a limit to the maximum size of a structure that your mind can conceive of before your imagination starts glitching and struggling to fully render it like an overloaded processor machine. your imagination is only limitless if it stays within the dimensional guidelines encoded into it. and needless to say the one i can imagine is bigger than any of you losers could ever hope to dream of.

Anyways when I was sixteen I wrote a story about a spaceship's communications officer (think Uhura) who was given a brain implant when he was a baby that automatically translates every language in the universe, but which interferes with his ability to perceive and process subtle changes in tone. He hears an emotionless automated translator voice inside his head rather than hearing the real voices being physically carried by air vibrations. So he has the ability to interpret every word in every language, but he can never interpret tone of voice. And the ultimate message of the story is that understanding every possible text isn't enough -- if you don't understand subtext, you'll be isolated. The "communications officer" actually struggles to communicate more than anyone else on the ship.

You'll never guess what they diagnosed me with a year later.

I’ve had a tumblr for 4 years what the fuck am I doing with my life 

maybe this time picking at Textures on my skin will lead to being silky smooth

it makes me so sad that there seems to be no juggalo community in my country. like, i know that it's a mostly american thing, but i know people out here love ICP too, i just can't find them anywhere:( sometimes i even think about making a little community somewhere, perhaps like a server or a blog, but i think i won't handle the responsibility since i'm pretty busy with work. i just want juggalo friends from my country </3

An informational comic I drew last year for my Comics 2 class, reposting it to my new account (had to jump ship from the old one unfortunately) with some minor grammar changes and learned my lesson in adding watermarks! Happy early pride :)

unstable/foggy/nonexistent identity core is constantly shifting between million aesthetics, life choices, styles, etc. and never being satisfied or at home with anything

@entities-of-posts The Buried?

women & bitches love my cavern

fuuuuck that is my circus. are those…? yep… those are my monkeys….. goddammit.