i let him hit because he is surrounded by an aura of tragedy
i hAte being autistic
has anyone seen my gender? i think i lost it somewhere
"get a life.... and not a performative one"
better to read 5 books a year and take your time with them and ponder them and feel them and absorb them….. than to tally them up and speed thru to brag on tumblr.com. like is that your personality… ohhh im the reader i read so many so fast…… i read 70 in a year and absorbed nothing and have nothing interesting to say about them.... im just trying to get the number bigger on my tally list... cuz it feeds into the identity im trying to craft for myself. i read a lot im the Reader. just get a life……. and not a preformative one......
has anyone done this yet idk?
they should let you microwave your hand
As much as I want to support ethical farming practices I will be buying the cheapest bag of frozen chicken thighs as much as the next frugal/poor person which is why animal welfare needs to be legislated, not left up to the invisible hand of the free market or some bullshit. Invisible hand of the free market finds itself around a lot of throats.
sopping. out of my lane. disoriented. milk down my face.
imagining a guy with a beard entering a mosh pit and coming out completely clean shaven
they dont make bombs that are a big black ball with a string sticking out of it anymore
hey. don’t cry. crush three cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?
i feel this on every level
"sorry that probably doesn't make much sense" <- for perfectly intelligible & logical statements relevant to the present conversation
"you get what I mean." <- for unparsable non sequiturs
The longer I live the more I realize I just wanna be well fed and bottom nude all the time
referring to my tits as "the boys" not because calling them girls would be dysphoric but because they are like goons to me. henchmen.
i will be showing this to my brother at the dinner table when he starts talking about muskrat and i will start a fight when my father tries to defend him
i am nothing in my soul if not academically burnt out
love being in bed under big winter covers i feel like an old king dying of illness telling his last will to his son
After careful consideration and going over multiple options I think the best choice is stay warm and cozy in bed forever.
minimalism is cool but have you ever had all the things you love in your room
the bravery of a girl who has to decide what is for dinner and then cook it and then wash dishes every day forever and ever.
every morning i wake up and make the worst possible time management decisions anyone has ever made
Evil Twelfth Night: CISario
I love fanfic writers. Never change.