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styofa doing anything
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we're not kids anymore.

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if i look back, i am lost
Peter Solarz
Mike Driver
will byers stan first human second
Misplaced Lens Cap
dirt enthusiast

oozey mess
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
RMH
One Nice Bug Per Day
almost home
art blog(derogatory)

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@2dollaricecream
Reasons Why Retail Jobs are Harder than Office Jobs.
And yet people don’t think retail workers should get a living wage. I’ve literally gotten a five cent raise myself.
8 cent raise right here
my direct manager had to fight the district manager for two months to get me a six cent raise
Right to Work
Memoirs of a former grocery store employee
by Tara Kurtzhals
(Continue Reading)
@thenib
Harley x Ivy done while streaming. Needed some fluff today.
I’d been kicking this idea around for a while and trying to think about how to articulate it. Pretty happy with how it eventually turned out!
Sometimes I think about my reasons for getting tattoos (just for myself, not because they need justification). Adding onto this painting metaphore, I think getting ink is a way for me to put down portable roots. I move a lot and will be doing it again soon, and until I can actually settle down and paint some walls I’ll take visual control of something more accessible, namely myself.
the idea that people nowadays are more sensitive and easy to offend than they were in the past is such horseshit. people used to throw hands if you stepped on their shadow and calling a person a coward was legally justifiable grounds for them to challenge you to a duel with pistols.
They had public executions Harold
meirl
Dude
holy shit.
this is on a whole new level of patience
This is natural art.
I will never surrender “xD”
I told you, no more fighting
experiment goal: to determine whether smarties are an effective tea sweetener
hypothesis: smarties will sweeten the tea, but also introduce unwelcome flavor profiles due to their flavoring
procedure: procured one cup (≈12 fl oz) of Barry’s Tea Gold Blend black tea, hot. added 2/3 of a single roll of smarties candy (10 candies). wait for candies to dissolve, then stir well. tea will be sampled after stirring concludes.
addendum: control group was used. control sample consisted of one cup of the same type of tea, sweetened with white sugar. results will depend on the relative tastes of the control and smarties tea
results: smarties tea was significantly more bitter and less sweet than sugar tea. additionally, the smarties failed to dissolve in the expected manner, and when stirred, ended up breaking down into particulates that refused to dissolve.
conclusions: because of the chemical/structural makeup of smarties, they do not function well as an ad hoc tea sweetener because of their reluctance to break down. it may be the case that crushed smarties would work better, but this experiment was intended to study how normal, uncrushed smarties would work as a sweetener
Give It Back
I used to be a wolf,
made of hard teeth and heavy thoughts.
Until I heard the whispers of love unbound,
and wondered after a soft, green dream.
Your words built landscapes more beautiful than
the grey and storm forests I owned,
and heart-led I followed into open fields,
where even the deer lower their heads.
Like a frog in water, I watched as ropes dropped
around my throat and over my muzzle,
But what threat were they, in a dream?
It was when I looked back,
and wistful memories fell over my tongue
When the ropes tightened and suddenly,
my teeth could no longer keep me safe.
Your fingers ran like fleas in my fur.
Your leash held tight to guide my steps.
From my chest I would snarl, and knew
that you heard.
But what threat was I, with no teeth?
It was then I saw you, not a lion, not a wolf
but a man made of mistakes, drowning me
in tears I did not cause.
It was then that I saw myself, not a pet, not a dog,
made of flesh and heart, who had forgotten
that she also has claws.
Ropes I left shredded in the grass,
May never be forgotten,
but in my trees I will keep my teeth,
And you will never get them back.
-The Heartsick
wish i was snuggling not struggling
The worse the explanation, the better.
The working title really ought to be Playing In The Dirt For Magical Purposes,
Some people piss their pants to cope, Sharon.
Eldritch monster duo and neighbors form group of Concerned Citizens in response to the sky getting the munchies.
If no one is really who they say they are, then what’s the fucking point in introducing yourself?
Everyone is miserable and so busy convincing each other that everything is fine that nothing will ever get better.