at what point does a man become a man a person a person. i am floating on this rock as any other alien might
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my roomate said paimon needs to be crushed up and turned into a smoothie and i disagree completely
paimon is just a little hungy floaty friend
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its so mean and bad and we shouldn't bash dead people but it is funny to bash a bad system when it was perpetuated by colonists
I think now that queens dead they should have her stuffed and put on display in Cairo for the next 150 years.
you know a good sob would be fantastic right now
just a little cry for a little guy
laying in the communal dorm floor and telling my sad stories to ever joker who passes by
Guys its officially my 4/5 week of college. like i am living this life. its so fun and i am doing amazing
i move out in 5 days and it really dont feel real, like hah, i never have to go home? i have to be my own adult? what? huh? like what?
i move out in 5 days and it really dont feel real, like hah, i never have to go home? i have to be my own adult? what? huh? like what?
the christ gang must think im one of them cause i cant escape and i desperately wish i could
oh god, oh god, og hod , oh noj , i interaceted with the wrong post and now im getting political messages on my feed and i want to crawl back in the hole in the earth i came out of
one time i was just randomly talking abt spiders georg to myself and my mom is like wtf is that adn i ended up having to explain to her what memes were and how this particular set of memes made a whole group of poeple understand outliers and statistics easier and then she goes ahhh i see, i coulda used a spiders goerg when i was in college.
“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
i just spent the last hours in this and let me tell you tears. like ahhhh, just nine please why did you have to make me feel emotions.
okay debates
why is sweeping under some ones feet considered bad luck, but jumping over the broom for marriage is considered good luck. Like huh? also if sweeping under someone's feet is bad luck why is it called sweeping in the good when you sweep a door way?
mmmmmmmmmmm fall and winter.
Alright.
It's the end of July. I'm over Summer.
I'm ready for:
Crunchy leaves
Cool weather
Light rain hitting the window
Rain boots
Pumpkin patches
Halloween
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Coraline
Over The Garden Wall
Cinnamon candles
Thanksgiving
Apple pie
Christmas
Snow
Klaus (Netflix)
Onesie pajamas
Hot chocolate
Heavy blankets
The Spongebob Christmas episode
A Year Without a Santa Claus
How The Grinch Stole Christmas
Ice skating
Christmas music (Nat King Cole, Michael Buble, Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby)
my mom's husband at my mom's girlfirend and boyfriend
Aveline
for you are my sun that shows the glittering of the earth
you are nurturing, you are kind, you are death,
for with your heat and your love the world will end in fire and flame
reach for the stars
even when they burn
for even if you burn
the stars will take your soul
bright and shining
bleeding eyes
your tears fall to stardust
and so i stared at their unflinching face as they spoke
they didn't fidget or stutter
no, nothing so banal as that
they were confident and clear
but behind that confidence
hid a smile that bespoke of their lies
what's it like not to fall in love
just a little bit more when they talk about their love
the favorite book that makes them exaggerate their hands
and tilt their head when they think of it
my soul, though dark and bleary
shines at the thought of you standing beside me
looking out over the sunlit sea
eyes shining with the rays
your beauty strikes through me
and all i can do is gaze at you with love filled eyes
i want to love women saphically
i am not the same as sappho
i am the same as the beings of heaven
whose celestial shine glows amongst mortals
I want to love men like da vinci
but i am just the scribe that bears his soul
oh to be a tree in a forext
of moss and lichen
lounging in a golden ray of sunspot
green leaves glowing with light
birds tittering about my branches
mice scurrying about my boughs
roots splaying through the ground
digging deep into the earth
searching for bones of my past
would you still love me
even if my heart was made of glass
it shatters everytime i feel something
and i dont know how to cope
So um apparently if you live somewhere that gets really warm like really warm like the 90's to 100's degrees weather warm and you coincidentally don't have air conditioning and you are an artist and you preform art with frixion pens they will no longer be there. so ummmmmmmmm yea 0 out ten experience, i freaked out abt my art.
Marvel headcannon
What if Skye/Daisy was lesbian. Okay episode one instead of trying to use her feminity against ward she immediately falls head over heels in love with this strong silent agent who could totally destroy her. Gosh I wanna see that.