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Kiana Khansmith

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JBB: An Artblog!
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Stranger Things
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Three Goblin Art
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shark vs the universe
Today's Document

roma★

#extradirty
sheepfilms
Not today Justin
will byers stan first human second
tumblr dot com
Cosmic Funnies

Janaina Medeiros
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My signature is worth negative 2 dollars and 82 cents.
“bits to use in everyday conversations”
a cat giving you a loving gaze means so much. dogs stare at you like they love you all the time, cats give you the nastiest stink eye so when they actually gaze at you lovingly you feel like you’re actually worth loving and have done something to achieve that.
I am on my period and splurged and got myself tikka masala and they did not include rice in my order and only gave me two pieces of naan and I will not lie to you, that was almost enough to move me to tears. Such an inconsequential inconvenience in the world we live in but it produced this wave of sorrow within me and reminded me God is not interested in removing his boot from my neck any time soon.
She took my fucking mind palace, I'm thinking out of my mind car now.
hey everyone "I" have something to show "you"
count dracula? uhhh ok. one
🧛 nathing vrong vith me
Thoughts on GOTY Clair Obscur: Expedition 33??
time to put on my favorite shirt
You drew that yourself!?
It sucks ass
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couples outfit idea
we cant talk here. pictochat. room c.
i am shrunken down and brought to the gnome world and when i attempt to assimilate to their culture I use an acorn cap as a hat and they all laugh cheerfully at my silly mistake of wearing what they use as a bowl like a cap and though this is a transgression that would have humiliated me in my human life I am instead laughing alongside them at my humorous misunderstanding
they ask me what I would like to eat and knowing that gnomes enjoy fruit i ask for my favorite fruit, an apple, and they all laugh raucously and say that i must be very hungry indeed to desire an entire apple rather than just a small chunk, and i go along with their joke and say that while my body may have shrank my stomach has not! and they all guffaw with delight until their faces turn red and see that my request is met and we all sit around a toadstool and share many apple slices together
over my time spent with the gnomes, my antics are still regarded with much delight. though i am past the age in which i am confused by their customs and norms, i occasionally pretend to be clueless about simple and easily understood things, such as shock at how toads are as tall as I am. they all continue to laugh at my feigned surprise, and sometimes join in, asking me if I need any help distinguishing what berries are for eating and which are for painting. i laugh, too. there is a sense of grace that comes with my shortcomings amongst the gnomes. they are entertained by my misunderstandings, yes, because life is to short to not be jolly.
i wake up one morning back at my original size. the small cavern in the roots of a tree that i lived in is destroyed in my sleep. my clothes, tailored from cut-up scraps of fabric, are shredded around me. i am a human again. i am horribly embarrassed.
the gnomes of the community gather around where i sit, all looking at me and exchanging glances with each other, none of them speaking the obvious. i can no longer stay here, now that i am not their size. but i was part of their community. i became one of them, indistinguishable from these people only from my past. how am i supposed to return to the world of the humans now? there is no life left for me there. that is not a life where i may fish for minnows in a babbling brook and feast off a bounty of raspberries. i am distraught. i cry.
my community comforts me. friends, all minuscule to me now, pat me wherever they can reach, nimbly dodging the tears that fall from my face. one of them offers me water. they don't have any containers that are big enough for me, they apologize, so just this acorn cap filled with morning dew will have to suffice.
i take the acorn cap and look at it in my hands. it is so small now. with a sniff, i put it atop my head.
the gnome chuckles. then laughs. then bends at the waist, bellowing with laughter, supporting himself on my knee. then i am laughing too, face red, tears still falling, and my community of gnomes laughs with me as well, so loud that a flock of birds takes off in the distance, and i am still laughing even as i stand to my feet and lumber away, back to where i once came.
ive suffered more than jesus
"riding my biggest dildo imagining it's you" ok i ah. hm. i don't quite know how to say this but. perhaps instead consider a thimble
i love the phrase "sex pervert" like. as opposed to what? abstinence pervert?
i think they're called catholics
possible career paths for me:
1. matching pearls in pairs for earrings
2. msn butterfly
that's it probably
oh, no, you misunderstand me. those were my monkeys. yeah the circus and i have since parted ways. yeah it was the elephant thing, i dont really want to address that right now though