reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
The Outbursts of Everett True was a comic strip that ran in papers from 1905 to 1927, wherein the aforementioned Everett True regularly beat the everliving shit out of rude people as a warning to anyone else who might consider being rude. Men have not only been taking up too much room on public transport for about as long as public transport has existed, but the people around them have been irritated about it for at least a hundred years. The next time someone tries to claim that manspreading is a false phenomenon, please direct them to this strip so that Everett True can correct their misconceptions with an umbrella upside the head.
happy Thursday the 20th
wanted to get them all in one place. feel free to add
scar going to make the most hellishly alienating and sterile environment possible and essentially making a doctors office complete with a wellness theme is incredible. today on hermitcraft scar introduces his fellow hermits to medical trauma. by giving it to them.
i need to (remembers that suicide jokes only hurt yourself and those around you) fag it up
i will eat only sometimes, but rest assured (most)energy drinks are an automatic yes.
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