Is It Just Me Or Are Doctors Intimidating? Like What If My Breathing Pattern Gives Them The Ick

boy he do be sucking

Just do it. Make up your own constellations. Pick flowers, make them into crowns and dance around in them with your imaginary ragtag crew of found family. Be a fairy. Eat dirt. Run away from society.

*dances with you and jigs heavily*

please will someone do a silly little dance with me. pplease will someone just do one 1 small silly jig with me. we can hold hands and do a little dance please please please

just watched no time to die spoiler alert he did, in fact, find time to die

Tuesday February 7.

The Chosen One: Vanilla Extract.

The hero we need and deserve right now. Ever been making a cake, and then baking a cake, and then consuming a cake, a cake you will subsequently defecate, when you've been haunted by that strangest of feelings that something just isn't quite right? That something is missing. That within this process there has been a void beyond that of the baking process: a void that is not just culinary, but spiritual. It's good, but it's not right. You made it as instructed, and it looks good, and tastes fine too. The good people around you have also taken a fork, which they have politely, and apparently sincerely, enjoyed. One even took a picture which they will later upload on Instagram, with crude, flashing animations of cakes, and captions reading: Cake time! Yum!. The words jump merrily from side to side in neon colors and the cake rests handsomely, with several slices missing. But you know, they know it. It is evident in their expressions: the light is dimmed in their smiles somewhat. They too possess something unshakeable in this mouthful. Something here is left to be desired, and desire as Robert Hass ruminates, is full of endless distances. Hold the f*cking phone, someone says, their eyes suddenly luminous. I know what this needs: #vanilla extract. 

pronouns are fee/fo/fi/fum and boy do i smell an englishman

idling angel

life is a video game and its shit and i keep losing but my ass has more polygons than the rest of the game and that's what matters

i don't know what this means but i feel it

they don't tell that it really is you and your fuckass lil croissant against the world

she's a villainess??? wrong. she's my special little girl with her enriching little hobbies. only a few people died anyway

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