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despite the amount of chemicals i have absorbed into my body and the external stimuli i have immersed myself in i am still not doing very well has anyone else on god's beautiful earth encountered this issue

animentality

eosinophiliac

psikonauti

Diane Hoeptner (American,b.1965)

Claudine

oil on panel

niteween

i got a tattoo of robin this week and now i talk to it like this

forgondor

i have a friend who has kinda bad eczema on their right hand but their left hand is fine and thats because acidity makes eczema worse and that includes vaginal acidity and my friend is both a lesbian and a slut so they finger a lot of people and that fucks up the hand they use (their right hand). Anyways do you think BBC sherlock would deduce that by looking at my friend’s hands

sanjidysphoria

nothing couldve prepared me for the last sentence

camelpimp

mclennonyaoi

this is how autistic bitches look at you when you tell them you don’t have any random pieces of plastic for them to chew on.

mclennonyaoi

thank you all for getting this post to 100 notes. and thank you especially to gods strongest solider in the notes who reblogged this 53 times.

wizzard890

before twitter goes, here’s my favorite tweet of all time

professorerudite

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Many people say stuff about you. Like how you are sensative, annoying, an idiot, or just straight up bad person. How do you feel about that?

pitbolshevik

men's restroom: gross but in a predictable way. shit and piss but that's it

women's restroom: an actual murder scene in one stall, the pt baby in the sink, if you use the one clean stall people will shake it violently while you try to piss, small children try to crawl under sometimes, someone has written a recipe for poundcake on the door

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Idk maybe it’s not my place to say this, but I’m still not over that salty British person trying to come up with “gross sounding” American foods to put on their poll and choosing almost exclusively southern foods like biscuits and gravy, grits, and boiled peanuts. Like America has food abominations, no one would’ve had an issue if they just filled the poll with stuff like deep fried butter or the gelatin abominations made by us white people in the 50s, but no they go after soul food of the American south????

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Actual gross american food: Kraft singles, mcdonald's, every abominable pinterest recipe that's just meat wrapped in bacon, even hotdogs are revolting to me tbh,

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I must say though, I never got the whole "white people don't season their food" thing until I went to college.

I mention this because someone in the notes said "pasta salad" and I suddenly remembered going to a catered event at my (expensive, private) college (only even went there because scholarships and a lowkey sketchy ISA that i wish I hadn't agreed to) where they served pasta salad.

Now, to be clear, literally every fancy catered event at that school had the most disgusting, tasteless unseasoned food ever. But the pasta salad was a special experience. Literally just cold mushy noodles in some kind of vinegar-tangy dressing. I was like "what the fuck is this."

Anyways, after eating at the cafeteria for a while and hearing some of my friends' opinions on the food, "white people don't season their food" suddenly made a lot of sense. The comfortably-upper-middle-class white people cuisine that is seen as culturally standard is indeed sterile, flavorless, uncharismatic slop possessing zero fuckage.

My hypothesis is that if a white person is far enough along the redneck spectrum, it causes some sort of "White People Food" overflow error and they end up craving hot sauces with names like "FIERY PETE'S SCORCHIN' BOWEL ANNIHILATOR 3000"

There are two sides to white America, and they eat at two tables. One table is surrounded by people in suits and business casual pencil skirts, grazing placidly upon pasta salad and chicken breast that has been cooked until it alchemically transforms into wood pulp. At the other table, shirts stained with motor oil and tile grout are used as napkins, and the grown men wearing them call on the good Lord with red streaming eyes, licking their fingers in between coughing fits, because some deep unhinged instinct gives them an appetite for liquid pain

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