It was bad enough that the boy is literally just stabbing the book with a dagger and dissociating.
I picked this comic up by coincidence a few months ago and I am delighted to inform anyone curious that she wrote him in a torrid love affair with his bodyguard and completely undermined his terrifying reputation and made him a folk hero instead. He was Not Thrilled.
In fifth grade a boy tried to impress me by swallowing a whole tadpole live and I punched him so hard that he puked and the tadpole was fine.
I kept it in a terrarium and it became a normal 🐸 despite everything. About a year afterward (I thought) it died, so I sadly put it in a shoebox in the shed until the ground thawed enough for a proper funeral but when that day came I opened the box and the frog was fine.
This is funnier than anything I have ever said.
This post is to Easter what a Geiger counter is to radiation.
never not thinking about giant cisterns. THATS immanentizing the eschaton. when we get to heaven and its a bunch of giant wet concrete tunnels with vast columns holding up the ceiling, then you will see…
you know about the tokyo storm drains, yeah?
yeah that’s what inspired this post :)
im very exited to go here when i die :)
basilica cistern in istanbul
the famous “lake” that Gaston Leroux wrote about beneath the Palais Garnier is not a lake at all, but actually a cistern.