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teathattast

sundooisagoose

idc abt the homonculus why does your coffee look like that

teathattast

well that's just my coffee .

guildenstern

unfortunately no eclipse photography can ever outdo the waffle house one from 2017

saintandstorms

screenshotsofdespair

orteil42

been reposting my tumblr posts on bluesky. don't tell those chumps i'm feeding them my leftovers lmao

spectrumspace

micromontage

pumpkinspicedcoochie-deactivate

it really does only take one basket of laundry you procrastinate putting away before your whole life turns to shit huh

#hatred

sexhaver

"nobody was injured during the accident at the premier of Marvelslop3000 because only two people bought tickets to it" sounds like a joke and yet

mousenemy

bumblebeebats

Sometimes little pleasures in life are loadbearing. Whenever someone is like "If you'd just give up tea and coffee and sugar and--" im like I'll stop you right there. Because if you finish that sentence i am going to kill everyone in this building and then myself. If i have to face the horrors of the world without my little jar of caramel flavoured instant coffee i am going to go full American Psycho. Believe it or not, my main priority in life is not to have perfect teeth or be an Olympic athlete or look like a supermodel, but to actually enjoy living, because I spent far too long not doing that and it royally sucked. And boy, some people don't like hearing that. Particularly dentists

louisegluckpdf

i remember learning the word melancholy at age 7 or something and thinking oh this word's gonna be huge for me

pointnclick

i always forget "fuck" is a bad word. it's like a brother to me

flowerbleedme

Effeminate dentist: You need to brush more on your gums-- hold on why am I "effeminate?" What? I'm literally just a normal dentist. A masculine one, even.

Me: (struggling to speak through the dentist's fingers) youw weren't shupposhed to shee that

soracities

Naomi Shihab Nye, “Red Brocade”

[Text ID: “The Arabs used to say, When a stranger appears at your door, feed him for three days before asking who he is, where he’s come from, where he’s headed. That way, he’ll have strength enough to answer. Or, by then your’ll be such good friends you don’t care.”]

soundcarvings

When my bibi first fled Iraq for Austria she housed a homeless alcoholic for a week. She fed him and cared for him, and everyone advised against it. They didn’t even speak the same language, but she continued to care for him. He came back to her home years later, this time he was sober and told my aunt he got sober because of my grandmothers help. An immigrant Muslim woman in a country so hostile toward her cared for him when his own people wouldn’t. These are the stories I have to remind myself to center now more than ever.