Are you fucking kidding me? Like, no, Shakespeare wouldn’t tweet a sonnet cause 140 characters is a bit short for that. Wrong medium. But you know what he would have? A very active twitter FULL OF DICK PUNS AND YOUR MOM JOKES okay. (And probably also a blog for the sonnets and longer works, that cross-posts links to twitter anyway.)
Get out of here with that pretentious anti-technology bullshit.
what the fuck
IS THIS PHOTOSHOP. I AM CONFUSED. WHAT. NO REALLY. WHAT.
IS THIS IS BOSTON? DALLAS? DUDE-RANCH-PORN-SET IN LA???
THIS IS A REAL THING THAT REALLY HAPPENED IN BOSTON.
NO, I DON’T UNDERSTAND IT EITHER.
Tumblr, did you conjure this out of the depths of your ID? Be honest now.
Give your cat the F L O A T I N G J U D G E M E N T B O X to allow them to stare at your half finished work from afar
but no way would they sit on that box though. cats don’t go where you want them to. PERHAPS if you pull up a chair for it and place a very pretty cushion on it next to you, ensuring that anyone who wants to help you has to stand behind you and talk to the side of your face instead of sitting down next to you, perhaps then. but they’d probably still take a couple of strolls across your keyboard every now and then, just because.
there needs to be a cooking show in which tv chefs go into student flats or houses and have to cook a full 3 course meal only using ingredients and equipment they can find in the kitchen
better yet, put them on a student budget and send them to the grocery store