I am the propane wizard, I study the alkane
Oh I see what this is, your tricking me into getting a fursona (cat)
Uh oh! You are now a were-animal! This means you become a human-sized animal hybrid with uncontrollable bloodlust every night!
Spin this wheel to get your species
I put my hand into a lovely, lovely pile of fluffy looking metal shavings expecting them to be soft and gentle, but no! I am forsaken and backstabbed and now I have cuts on my hand :(
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
I bet if some of you had a flaming sword you wouldn't even use it for something cool you'd probably just like light a cigarette with it or something
Purgatory is being in 50 group chats and having the last sent message be yours in all of them
I just finished the 2 things I was doing (half life and murder drones) what do I even do now
Me: -so after it became apparent that ‘retarded’ had become a term of abuse, educators and psychiatrists switched to other terms like ‘handicapped’ or ‘special needs’ in an attempt to -
George Orwell, whom I’ve dragged forward in time with my arcane powers because I’m lonely and want someone to talk to: You have a telephone in your pocket? It listens to you all the time?
Me: Never mind about that, the point is, young people now mock each other by sending the wheelchair emoji - that’s a type of electronic heiroglyph - to suggest mental deficiency and shout SPESHUL!!!! while doing offensive imitations of disabled facial expressions and posture. So any attempt to lexographically make crimethink impossible is pretty much doomed because the meaning of words in everyday conversation can’t be controlled by a dictionary entry, no matter how many Ministry of Truth employees-
Orwell: It reports your location to the telephone company at all times?