Bligeard the Satyr
@tofusatyr
Patron Saint & connoisseur of notions, booze & vegan scran Sound lad
Posting about going to the gym and receiving thirsty messages. Call that a dumbellievable success.
Welcome to the cause against the tyranny of numbers. There are exactly some of us.
I don't imagine it would ever be the same between us, little gay people in my phone, if I fell for the white-boy-mullet trend. I will continue to resist.
It's said by some (those who know at least) that this tree is cursed to transform, under cover of darkness, into a busty Yorkshire woman. One who must, at mornings light, return to the waitrose car park and transform back into a tree. Sisyphean when you think about it.
I am seeing myself pictured in the background of an local event and I'm alternating between my only 4 moods
I'm the bus man! I come out, I sweat my balls off all over the bus, and then I start eating garbage!
Just seen an advert on insta for a teahouse in Glasgow I used to go to, and seen that they're now operating out of a wee van.
I feel like this is the vibe I give off at the pub when strangers start talking to me. Met a gas lad from Durham last night who was dead excited that I knew who Mark Ashton was.
Comhghairdeas, a chara! I can now use this newly updated meme next time we've pints to have.
Love to try and photograph the stars on my phone despite knowing it is an exercise in futility.
Not to be a massive killjoy or owt, but like, I'm after seeing this on insta and I have to ask; Does this kind of person *really* exist? Because (aside from it being a bit discouraging tbh) it feels a bit like that phenomenon of people giving out about "film bros" that just don't really exist.
Posting the auld fursona on world donkey day. (I will plumb the depths of my mind for the artist names, expect me to comment them later when I remember)
Me (a donkey) at work, thinking about uneven development for some reason.
How fascinating that the spots near where I'd find the most terf stickers on me way to work are now sporting this nazi shit instead. As well as it being near the anti-racist football charity too, vile stuff.
A slab of a yoke from a place playing a dance remix of Bella Ciao.
I should be able to crunch the tea after taking it out of the water. It would be delightful!