27. Astrophysicist, writer, artist. Michigan. Business inquiries: kaijunobiz@gmail.com
Jenna Marbles messes around with face prosthetics
She look like the grinch’s younger female cousin who lives in the suburbs instead of on a mountain but still definitely hates whos and Christmas and has an aesthetically pleasing Instagram
The Binch!!!!
wonder if jenna marbles is ever gonna come back
Every day, 1966 by Rene Magritte
Just Trying To Blend In With My Green Screen, 2018 by Jenna Marbles
Edward Schmid - The American Sign Language
Jenna Marbles - I Made That Awful Soap Hand
#listen I don’t watch Jenna Marbles#I’ve never subscribed to hr channel#but there’s one thing about her that I absolutely respect#she does NOT clickbait#she fucking COMMITS to whatever bull shit she says she’s gonna do#90% of her video titles LOOK like clickbait#but then the video is EXACTLY what the title says#how many balloons does it take to life my chihuahua off the ground#I DON’T KNOW JENNA WHY DON’T YOU FIND OUT#spends entire video reporting on increasingly annoyed Party City employees#as she ties over 100 helium balloons to a sling that her dog falls asleep in#while floating 4 feet above the ground#because she fucking found out how many balloons it took#‘MY DOG RATES SOAP’ says the video title#her Italian Greyhound has some kind of soap licking neurosis and shows clear preferences#by the end of the video her dog does indeed have a favorite brand of soap#I EAT DOG TREATS WITH MY DOGS#literally does exactly that and actually enjoys like 2 of them#I don’t follow her at all but DAMN does Jenna Marbles not fuck around#she just … does exactly what she says she will#like some kind of chaotic entity that combats clickbait by being exactly as absurd as the marketing implies
I love her so much
ok if yall have never seen a jenna marbles/julien solomita video i am begging you to PLEASE watch this because it’s literally the most incredible thing you will ever watch in your life
Why does this specific shot of Jenna Marbles look like it came from an Oscar-winning artsy movie centered on the pain of fame of womanhood even though it's written and directed by a man and she's an ice skater who is about to perform her big number while her rival/attempted murderer/lesbian lover but it's implied to be a dream/best friend is dying because of the mafia and she's in some way responsible, with this, the final scene of the movie, representing her final descent into madness or darkness or whatever.
Man at the bar on Saturday night, Craigville, Minnesota in 1937
