Kirsten

@k-a-aitch.bsky.social

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Brain full of spiders, garlic in her soul. Barbie Nine-Jobs.

Two soloists from the 1990 Bulgarian State Vocal Choir, in full traditional costumes
My ridiculous cat in his little safety vest lounging in a sunbeam near an old stone wall
Bender from Futurama serving his friends a dinner he made and saying "you guys like swarms of things, right?"
my above skeets, with an image of the famous cat Chancleta below, with the warning: "Chancleta has seen how you live your life. he has concerns."
"I was up all last night. Do you know what I was doing? I was inventing a noiseless, completely silent drape runner."
Mu the Cat in a little orange safety harness, on a leash, staring at a partially crumbling brick foundation.
a pale bearded dragon, basking, with its mouth open
After some 400 pages, he can’t say. “If you truly believe human beings everywhere are just as important as those closest to you, then global injustice might start to feel unbearable,” he writes early on. “You may even become willing to sacrifice yourself—or your family—to help people on the other side of the world.” As the subject of that sacrifice, Ayers Dohrn is trapped between two possibilities: the first is that none of it was worth it, that his parents were monsters who defaced his childhood for nothing. The second is that it was all worth it, that his birth did not herald the beginning of his parents’ world, and that his life was not the central fact of theirs. Of course both possibilities are unbearable. Thus his ambivalence.
Like Steven Spielberg, director of such films as Always and 1941.
Cat looking comfortable but somehow mildly put out while sleeping on a rocking chair
Grampa Simpson pointing at things around the house and screaming that they're Death, only here he imagines them as New Punk
Michael York, looking breezy and unbothered
The Duras sisters from Star Trek, looking scornful
Portrait Bust of Madame Houdon by Jean-Antoine Houdon
Two Laughing Girls (1880) by Pere Borrell del Caso They're gazing directly at us, pointing and reaching out at us, the blond girl in green smiling while her elbow is hanging over the edge of the "oval portrait." They are utterly captivating, natural and vivid, caught in a camera-like moment of mirth and silliness
If everyone in the United States weren't living downstream from its consequences, it would be a pretty good tragic flaw that Donald Trump wants more than anything to be seen as a brilliant man who has always been right about everything when he is transparently a butterfingered dunce whose professional expertise more or less begins and ends at making cutting remarks from a safe distance and directing other people to file nuisance lawsuits on his behalf. If assessed from a sufficient remove, the spread between the opening proposition—the man who knows more about every subject than any expert without even having to study or even pay attention to any of it, because he is just that much of a natural talent—and the relentlessly oafish output is a great bit, if admittedly also a bit one-note.
A female cardinal sitting on her nest, perched on a wire mesh supporting a mess of hardy kiwi vines
Cat wants a lap, and he won't go away until he gets it
Onion "not a paid advertisement" with the Target logo, reading "Start off freshman year right by buying the $11 navy blue towel you'll use for the rest of your life."
June's illustration: a bleak seaside landscape of one lonely pier and three pale-haired children gazing on some dark, hoary varmint, about the size of a small dog, flopped over the edge of the pier and gazing back at them. The caption reads simply "The creature regarded them Balefully."
A beautiful blue and pink sunset with a pale white nearly full moon, pine trees, a power line, and the peak of a housetop in the foreground
*if skullduggery >= 40 #I just lie my head off about how awful the Dormouse Society is, just making up wild claims about how wretched their establishment is. "You know," you say, casually. "I am surprised that the Dormouse Society is even accepting new members at this time. But then, I suppose the quarantine has been technically lifted." "Quarantine?" says Mr. Turquoise, flipping his silver coin with concern. "Oh, yes," you say, over howled protest from Pipsy and an "I say!" from Tristram. "They had a terrible outbreak of what is colloquially called 'gravedigger's mouth,' but is more properly known as the 'gray drips.' I don't know the Latin name for it, but I do know it is caused by a sort of fungus that itself has become infected by a virus. Nasty stuff. They all had it. I hear it lingers in the air for four to six months, but it typically begins its spread through intimate contact. They all had, every one of them." "Hmm," says Vyv. "I don't know if…" Mr. Turquoise flips his silver dollar very high in disgust.
title card for My Three Sons
My cat sleeping on my lap
Ad for the Polytron, boasting the transformation of an entire mouse to a soup-like homogenate in 30 seconds
mocking, bird-like Spongebob, enemy to hostile architecture everywhere
A young pale green assassin bug crawling on my laptop screen outdoors
G-Ball sold a dog for $80k with a grade 3 heart murmur and it can't produce semen And he won't refund the money Luke 16:1-13
Fargoth from Morrowind in front of a silt strider
Lobby featuring tea, coffee, and a stuffed black bear in a crown
Pathetic
"All right." Fitzie goes over to Duddles and crouches down by him. "There, there," Fitzie says. "Chin up, Duddles. Yours is not the first bagpipe stolen. You must be strong." Duddles weeps. "But it was new!" "Duddles, you must not with veiled lids seek your bagpipes in the dust. Bagpipes get lost, passing through nature into eternity. That's a reference to [i]Hamlet[/i]." "What?" "I am making an allusion," Fitzie says. "What?" "Literary repartee," Fitzie says. "I was making an analogy between you and Prince Hamlet." "What?" They go on like that for a while until Fitzie stands back up. "I helped. Now he is only confused. That is better than being very sad."
email promising several exotic varieties of "vampire crabs" which are quite spooky and boast "bold and vivid" purple and yellow coloration.
Mu, on my lap, stretched out like a baguette and basically as long as my legs.
"But I am a secular tooltip. I fear no god. I will do my best to provide you with this vital information."
Young woman in utter despair over a lack of extra cheese on her fajitas
a slightly pale, homemade loaf of Italian bread
Me, reading a book about chess, outside, with a mostly empty glass of Chardonnay. I am using a simple device on my thumb that helps keep the pages open.
Picard screaming that there are four lights, with a speech bubble indicating he is actually screaming about the post being quoted
Ceej pointing out that the guy on the right has a huge boner Branson Reese considers it small to medium, personally
a young person with a headlamp going dumpster diving with a "hmmm" emoji, indicating the "game" of guessing whether or not trash is safe to eat
Jesse talking about eating tacos in San Diego, Jane talking about the absurdity of right-wing politics, and Ben Horne from Twin Peaks eating a brie baguette with a hilariously conspiratorial look on his face
The man himself, Shel Silverstein, looking terrifying as always
Excerpt of Davy Crockett's wikipedia article around Marriages and Children, which reads like a 19th century soap opera
Taylor Swift Updates: as most of you know, I haven't been very active in the past few months because I was in prison :/ I'm back now though :) more Taylor Swift updates coming soon! Them: omg why TS to updates: I refused to join the IDF lmao
A young, pale, crosseyed boy in fantasy world robes
le vourdalak from le vourdalak
Mu, looking very smug indeed as he sleeps on a lap
My tabby cat Mu looking extremely serious and impressive and looking directly at the camera with an insistent gaze. Yes. The message is clear: give me the lap
My cat as Bjork in a white parka on a black sand beach with the lyrics "I feel...EMOTIONAL...landscapes"
US seeks to avert extended closure of Strait of Hormuz
A whole fish sitting in ghostly blue brine in a metal pan
screenshot of the Lemmings video game
Fat Roman tabby cat looking up, excited for pets
Really? Right in front of my rough angular shark?
poster for The Producers
gothic lil guy as a table leg
1500 BCE lil guy
a large plank full of at least 50 pieces of salmon sushi and a pound of salmon sashimi in a large bowl. The chef's knife is dwarfed by the size of the plank.
Young woman looking like she's in the depths of existential despair because there was no extra cheese on her fajitas