Me at the Tally Hall gender clinic: Can I get a T?
Receptionist, confirming: T?
Me, begrudgingly (legally obligated): and if you hit me with A-L-L-Y
As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'
I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'
i feel like this is something necessary to provide to the public
so my orchestra teacher has adhd and honestly it's funny
"And violas, you gotta play a little louder, there's 8 or so second violins and 6 first violins, and only 3 of you guys... S's trying to melt onto the floor over there... oh, wow, it's raining... anyways, so, we start at measure 54- Okay, no idea what it is, but every year and class, whoever sits in those three chairs talk a LOT. Every. Time. Okay, now measure 54-"
sign on my face that says in big red letters “WORLDS WORST COMMUNICATOR DO NOT BEFRIEND”
Have an existential crisis. Now have an existential crisis, but make it music. That's Will Wood.
what a shame it would be if this were to be rebloged by a bunch of people, spreading the message further than the original reddit post could have ever reached.
having someone yap about something that they find interesting will never not be cute
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For all my Crow therians, regressors, and non human alters!