To assume twin to dig in their own butt is an act that bemoans the inherent selfishness of man. I, a real humanitarian, beseech you to spread that butt twin, and I shall dig in it for you
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To assume twin to dig in their own butt is an act that bemoans the inherent selfishness of man. I, a real humanitarian, beseech you to spread that butt twin, and I shall dig in it for you
does anyone else think about how brave all their friends are and get really emotional about it
I'm glad everyone is alive rn
day 42
march march he's our man !
It's my cat's birthday (anniversary of me getting him) so I told him the story of his life while petting him real good
Highlights include:
For your first two years (when you were small) you lived in a foster home with people who raised you into a very polite young man. Two is like you plus me, that's what two is.
Some people adopted you before me and they called you Timmy (which is a stupid name) and they returned your ass almost immediately because you were so annoying at that age.
Like think about how annoying you are right now at seven years old, but way worse.
I'm better than them though, I don't call you Timmy and I wore earplugs to bed for three years because you love to scream at bedtime. Earplugs are like when I roll over and go back to sleep even when you are yelling so so so loud.
I got you at a time in my life when I was really sick (being sick is like when I'm up late because I'm throwing up and you are a very handsome good boy who sits with me) and they had to put me asleep for a procedure. A procedure is like what happened to you when they put you asleep and took your balls away.
Now you've lived with me for five years. Five is like the number of toe beans on one of your feet. When I clip your nails five is when we're halfway done. But we're hopefully not even halfway done with how long we get to be together. I'm gonna have to figure out new ways to help you count.
Actually I've decided this is a poem
how it feels to talk about anything at all
If a hiker gets lost in the mountains, people will coordinate a search. If a train crashes, people will line up to give blood. If an earthquake levels a city, people all over the world will send emergency supplies. This is so fundamentally human that it's found in every culture without exception. Yes, there are assholes who just don't care, but they're massively outnumbered by the people who do. (Andy Weir, The Martian)
Ed Ruscha // u.k. // A Visitor To A Museum (Посетитель музея) (1989) dir. Konstantin Lopushansky // u.k. // My Chemical Romance, Famous Last Words // Nasa // u.k. // The Mountain Goats, This Year
Tattoo commission
Robert who, now he's settled and medicated and no longer full of vengeance, finds all his old hobbies he abandoned to keep the mecha man legacy going.
He buys an old film camera and turns his bedroom into a dark room, developing pictures of the team at the bar and Chase fast asleep in his livingroom.
He buys a new toned sketchbook and some graphite and starts filling it with drawings of beef with his tongue hanging out.
He buys some soft wood and some tools and whittles dice for Bruno's DnD campaigns and small figurines for Mandy to keep on her desk.
He actually starts cooking again. Making kimchi in big batches with gloves reaching up to his shoulders and handing out jars to anyone at the office who will take one.
And he's happy.
Because he's finally himself again.
Sacrifice for human kind
i need to [remembers suicide is a permanent solution to temporary states of intolerable existence] change my art style
i need to create something so beautiful that i'm forgiven for everything
Doodles of grace sleeping in positions ive fallen asleep in
Thinking about it, I’m pretty sure my ancestors would be horrified with me.
Not because I’m lazy or unworthy or anything like that…
…but because one of my distant uncles was among the eight survivors of the Essex, the ship that inspired the ending of Moby Dick and sank after being rammed by a whale, and what do I fuckin do after my bloodline has this Ordeal at Sea?
I get a fuckin degree in Marine Science and go back the fuck out there.
#op its your job to kill that whale
"This reminded me of you" is such a tender sentence. Oh to have impacted someone so much that they find bits of your soul and hold the memory of you in things and places when you're not around.
You're never too old to:
Stay up late thinking about the character
Be haunted by the memory of the character
Wonder if you'll ever finish that fic you started (x 20)
Reread your old fic and ask if you'll ever write anything again
Be tormented by visions of a made-up guy (gn)
Unfortunately, neither your body, your phone's bedtime mode, nor your job agree
venus planet of love was destroyed by global warming and me i feel also not so good
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