mr. garrison: so… who broke it? i’m not mad. i just want to know.
butters: i did. i broke-
mr. garrison: no, no you didn’t. eric?
cartman: don’t look at me! look at kyle.
kyle: what? i didn’t break it.
cartman: that’s weird. how’d you even know it was broken?
kyle: because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
cartman: …suspicious.
stan: if it matters - probably not… but bebe was the last one to use it.
bebe: liar!! i don't even drink that crap!
stan: oh, really? then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
bebe: i use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles! everyone knows that, stan!
butters: ok, ok, let’s not fight! i broke it, let me pay for it, mr. garrison!
mr. garrison: NO! WHO BROKE IT?!!
cartman: …mr. garrison... kenny's been awfully quiet.
kenny: (REALLY?)
cartman: yeah, really!!
kenny: (OH MY GOD!) [argument ensues]
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mr. garrison: i broke it. it burned my hand, so i punched it. i predict ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
good. it was getting a little chummy around here.
i am SOOOO not normal about liane cartman… like. can someone just TALK TO HER ☹️☹️☹️
i hope she gets more screen time (looking at seasons 25 and 26, that seems highly likely, yay!!)
like we don’t know really that much about how she even ENDED UP HERE in the first place. like YES we have that christmas episode from s2 but that doesn’t really. tell us much
anyways
I LOVE HER SO MUCH😢😢
join the club!
i've discovered the spiral of falling in love with david tennant is not a spiral. its a 60 foot hole in the ground and i can't get out
happy 27th anniversary raccoon birthday
FUCK. honestly just FUCK. We missed a very important day yesterday.
(not mine) man.
THE SOPPING OLD WET CAT I LOVEEEEE HIMMM SSOOOOOOOO MUUUUUCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHH
pet him ☝️
In the given diagram, the segments are NOT straight line segments.
(template on right, courtesy of my best friend)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOHN LENNON.
Born at 6:30 P.M. on the ninth of October, 1940, in Liverpool, England.
If you’re going to look at this post, I’d appreciate if you could read the entire thing.
I’ve always been fascinated by John’s music. It was pretty hard not to, as his voice always did strike me as a certain kind of unconventional that’s too beautiful to miss.
In the past year especially have I become more and more drawn to his work as I’m going through a state in my life where I’m trying to find some sort of stability in myself.
John’s music has gotten me through so much. Throughout the course of the past year it has helped me become the person I’ve wanted to be for years, and has reminded me that, even when I feel like I’ve hit my lowest point, it will ALWAYS get better.
The songs Strawberry Fields Forever and Beautiful Boy especially come to mind. Beautiful Boy has helped me cope through the changes I’ve experienced in the past few months, the good and the bad. Strawberry Fields Forever has been a huge source of comfort and relatability in my worst times of depression, and it made me feel that whatever I was going through, I wasn’t alone.
Even at the worst of it. I was not alone.
I won’t refuse to see 100 percent of the picture. I know John wasn’t perfect. There are many beliefs about his actions that have been well-upheld through the years. Some of them are true, others are… debatable. Even with all of these things in mind, I WILL continue to stand by John and his legacy for as long as I live, and THAT is the hill I’m willing to die on. Every human is flawed. If you’ve never made a substantial mistake in your life before, you’re either too young to know the difference, or you’re not human.
So the last thing I have to say is…
John. Wherever you are, may it be in the sky or whatever else, I want you to know.
You are going to last forever.
No bullet or gunshot wound could lessen the impact you brought to music and the world. You are THE influence and THE catalyst. Nothing can change that.
No matter how many years pass by, even when everyone currently on this earth has died, you will still be remembered. and your voice will still be heard.
I love you, Nowhere Man.
We all do. We will for the rest of time.
Sincerely,
Living at 12:00 A.M. on the ninth of October, 2023, in New York, United States.
many quick sketches and other things from the past few months. in bulk! because some of them are better than others. i will learn to draw digitally eventually… in time…
ESTP 7w8 / scorpio☀️ sagittarius 🌙 gemini ⬆️ / paopu fruit paopu fruit papejzheb
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