schrödinger's dove

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·𐑩𐑥𐑭𐑤𐑾/·𐑥𐑨𐑤𐑟 || Amalia/Mals (she/her). ✡️,♿.🔞. Pōneke. pfp & banner @interkosart.bsky.social

A classic greentext post which reads: Anonymous 12/07/11 (Wed) 16:28 No. 5220706 Reposting my all time favorite greentext. playing soccer in gym ball is up in the air think I'm gonna be awesome and air kick it into the goal try miss ball kick goalie in the face try to ask "are you okay" and "I'm fucking sorry" at the same time instead end up yelling "ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!" goalie is choking back tears
Screenshot of a YouTube recommendation for a 35 minute 24 second video by Skylerbuns, posted 11 days ago with 110K views, titled "Why are there 11 different Ratatouille video games?" The thumbnail is a close-up photo of the presenter looking very confused and holding every copy of said 11 different Ratatouille video games at once, with five games in his right hand, and six in his left.
A COMPUTER CAN NEVER BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE THEREFORE A COMPUTER MUST NEVER MAKE A MANAGEMENT DECISION
A tiki bar with a billboard sign on the roof. The bar's name is "Māori", and is subtitled "Burger Wok Sushi". The logo is appropriated from the logo of Te Pāti Māori.
A white fencepost. Its end is supposed to be an egg cup, but it looks like a buttplug.
Your Result: dead dove you know exactly who you are and everyone who meets you knows exactly what they're getting into (because you've been burned before and feel the need to scare people away with your bluntness)
album art. psychedelic ultra close-up of the upper right corner of veil's head. the colors flow like fluorescent ink, and the pupil is an oil slick.
Screenshot from Hitman: Blood Money— A low poly cardboard carry box which reads "Hellishly good fish". It is filled with low poly lobster and fish. Below it is a dialog box titled "KITCHEN CRATE HOLSTER" with the description "Allan please add details."
longer paragraph from Goldman’s autobiography "Living My Life": At the dances I was one of the most untiring and gayest. One evening a cousin of Sasha, a young boy, took me aside. With a grave face, as if he were about to announce the death of a dear comrade, he whispered to me that it did not behoove an agitator to dance. Certainly not with such reckless abandon, anyway. It was undignified for one who was on the way to become a force in the anarchist movement. My frivolity would only hurt the Cause. I grew furious at the impudent interference of the boy. I told him to mind his own business. I was tired of having the Cause constantly thrown into my face. I did not believe that a Cause which stood for a beautiful ideal, for anarchism, for release and freedom from convention and prejudice, should demand the denial of life and joy. I insisted that our Cause could not expect me to become a nun and that the movement would not be turned into a cloister. If it meant that, I did not want it.
Romo Lampkin from Battlestar Galactica
Screenshot of a PBS Spacetime video. A scientist is shooting a capybara with a purple laser.
Screenshot of a fully armored Cyrodilic guard from Oblivion in conversation.
A man in black robes and a red sash waves a scimitar wildly to intimidate Indiana Jones, who scowls and shoots the man.
Former New Zealand Speaker of the House Trevor Mallard jimming the Parliament.TV camera.
a pink and white, anthropomorphic pangolin/cuttlefish hybrid with yellow eyes and a black singlet is choking on a bong because her beak won't fit around the mouthpiece. her face is visibly strained, and her writhing tentacled hair is rainbow colored.