
if i look back, i am lost

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@feral-space-possum
hey asshole! you lifted up the rock and now I have to scuttle! motherfucker!
hitchcock found it long before. more effective as well.
"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there
Reblog to give prev a fucking break holy shit y’all
do not joke about the advertisements, do not engage with the advertisements in witty fashions, do not, fucking, mention the contents of the advertisements. as soon as an advertisement enters your mind, you kill it, dont care how cute it is, take it out back and shoot it. install adblock, ublock, mute the volume, look away, turn off the monitor, cover your ears, paint over it. evolve your mind, your modality, your instincts, to disregard the stimuli of advertisements before you can even process it. whatever it takes, you do not let them win. and thats an order.
This completely unironically
The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course
When I made this post I did not expect it to be an effective test of which Tumblr users actually read a post fully before reblogging, and yet
To be fair that’s what all posts on tumblr are
"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there
university professors love to create the most fucked up pdf ever known to mankind. it's enrichment for them.
what HAPPENED here
Woah , my garage dog has arrived ,
Kept me up at night
I’ve got it right here:
You’re welcome.
my tummy hurts but at least i have a medical professional (baby cat) accompanying me
hi baby cat here. we hvae to cut you in to ten million pieces with my claws forever
are yhou sure about this doctor
pawsitive
no i don’t have plans later. i will, however, be taking extensive poison damage periodically for the foreseeable future. but beyond that my schedule is totally open
if you hear me going “haugh.” or perhaps “augh” every so often and see me doubling over. well. Don’t even worry about it.
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