Hey! I'm Viol. I'm a writer. I like everything, and this blog will show it. (I like movies, TV, music, video games, celebrities, writing, books, science, religion, animals, comedy, art, history, culture... Everything.) I do tag common triggers.
my friend angella was doing a comedy gig, and as soon as she came out a guy shouted ‘can i give you my number?’ and all the crowd groaned cause it was so inappropriate but angella was like ‘yeah sure’. the guy started shouting out his number and she started entering it into her phone. the whole crowd was like woaaah. she got the whole number and then dialled it and it rang. everyone lost their shit. finally the guy answered and angella just said “hello? shut the fuck up” and it was the most incredible thing i’ve ever seen
Over the last 41 days, the Smog Free Tower has busily scrubbed 30 million m3 of air, according to Studio Roosegaarde. That’s equal to the volume of 10 Beijing National Stadiums. Studio Roosegaarde reports that locals referred to his tower as a “clean air temple,” drawing comparisons to China’s famed pagodas.
What to do with all that pollution captured by the tower? Make jewelry out of it, of course. Smog particles sucked up by the Smog Free Tower during its stint in Beijing will make 300 special Smog Free Rings, similar to the rings Studio Roosegaarde has designed in the past. However, these rings can hold even more smog than the ones made with Rotterdam pollution.
Tumblr has reached critical Mothman saturation. This is how you get cryptid burnout, guys.
you could literally write a post like “my girlfriend Mothman holds my hand in the swamp and gives me moth kisses, which are like butterfly kisses but nocturnal” and it’d get thousands of notes
let’s hear it for the Jersey Devil or Mongolian death worm or something for once
im going to Fuck the jersey devil
the Fresno Walking Pants fought me in a Target parking lot last time i went home for Christmas
A wendigo ate all the expired food in my refrigerator.
the ningen is real and strong and is my friend
craig once came over to my house, ate a lot of thanks giving food, laid on my living room floor and doodled while i forced him to watch tourettes guy
if i was a cryptid i’d just be a guy in a multiple-floor office building who gets on the elevator with everyone else, but i’d never get off on any floors. people would only see me enter, never leave. occasionally i will ask abstract and paradoxical questions that makes people question reality. when they try to describe the “weird guy in the elevator this morning” they can’t seem to remember what I look like. my face is blurry on all the security footage.
