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this sewing pattern just touched me while i was in the middle of reading it
if you vote me for president i vow to make everything the ocean again. no more land only ocean. this will solve all of our problems and replace them with new, far more interesting problems
time loop with two people in it but one person refuses to acknowledge the loop and pretends to be looping with everyone else. meanwhile the other person is freaking out
Best oldsona dubism is the San Francisco Really Big Guys it makes me laugh everytime they say it
i love that sakurai on two separate occasions has been like "what the fuck are those? i dont know. no one knows. they simply are"
doing research into my penis options and this is such a funny stock image to use here
No more sleeping with my phone within reach because I was having an extremely vivid dream that I was the victim of some sort of mass-poisoning. the notorious poisoner? "The Centipede Cult." They used a specific type of poison, referred to only by its chemical nomenclature, which I somehow remembered perfectly upon waking. It went: □□ Na({}^{2})
Because that makes sense. Anyway, this poison would submit me to its well-known and much-feared symptom: "17 Day Paralysis" in which you're paralyzed for exactly 17 days and you only chance of survival is to be on full machine support for 17 days.
Just before the medical team intubated me I remembered I have a Zoom meeting with my academic advisor today (I actually do in real life) and I needed to email him to let him know I was the victim of a mass-poisoning and would need to reschedule.
I kept trying to type the "□" symbol in my dream but could not figure out how and gave up.
I woke up in real life to find I'd begun drafting an email in my sleep to my professor in the Gmail app. I was apparently using talk-to-text (I often do because of my hand neuropathy) but speaking in Irish, which talk-to-text never understands, so other than the words in English "poison" and "centipede" the entire email was complete nonsense.
I told my advisor about this and he said, "well, if you had been poisoned, I would have provided you whatever academic supports available to us."
never kill yourself. you have to fill your mutuals dash with shit they don't care about forever, okay?
If I was a gay guy I’d have 7 boyfriends and none of them would like me
Yeah you guys can send me yourgrocery lists I’d love that
Doing all my little tasks while saying "Reimu!" as a vocal stim.
That's. not the right
audio.
complimented a womans clear raincoat this morning and she said Well i feel like a sandwich
I would have said clit if I was her
you keep your clitoris in a plastic bag?
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cwydx34kzlvo
"Vanderhorst had been under the influence of MDMA and three litres of vodka she had consumed on the night of the offence last September, her lawyer Michael Hill told the court."
three. liters.
i support women's wrongs