Fart Noise

Read my tags, I’m proud of how stupid they are. Oh and she/her/any

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I wasn’t crazy. He’s transphobic. So, no, I will not be interested in becoming his friend.

And he can suck my massive dick.

Not in a good way.

:)

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I think I’m sick because today I don’t have an appetite and yesterday was the hit song “Poopmageddon” by Dr. Dry Chunks featuring Diarrhea and Shirtless Hot Flashes

[depsidase]

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This made me fucking cry (happy). Seeing that anyone can change if they’re willing to actually listen, even if they’re old and think they have their mind made up, is so crazy to me. I’ve been living in this world where debates don’t matter because neither person considers a single word the other person says, unless it is a mistake that can be exploited. People actually listening like this doesn’t seem to happen after elementary school from what I’ve seen. That’s why I push for younger kids to have “hard” topics like the idea of a homosexual relationship or a person not conforming to their gender assigned at birth (and many more not pertaining to the lgbtq+ community) taught to them from a young age. Because what this man did is rare for an old man, hell it’s rare for an adult at all. But I got off track. This man made me happy as fuck. I like having a speck of hope in my life.

[synthlet]

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I need to show this to my dick guy.

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Phone rings three times before picking up

“This better be important, I’m doing drugs.”

“Should I leave?”

“Well what do you need?”

“I’m on da potty and I’m bored.”

“Yeah. You should leave.”

Hangs up

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All my notes that I took in my stress management class today.

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I demand to have my discomfort released from my flesh prison.

(I need to be burped)

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Me two minutes ago:

“Why am I on Batman tumblr?”

*scrolls down further

*cracks up because I see agent stone and robotnik passionately making out

“That’s more normal.”

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I’m squunking up all this fangle.

In case you were wondering

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I just referred to feet as both bean stompers and schlip schlaps. I like those terms. If anyone happens to see this post, you are morally obligated to help me come up with new terms for your underhands.

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Have you ever seen Gonzo sucking off Kermit? No? Then you weren’t one of the 80 people I was hanging out with tonight.

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I’m never going to get better than this. I’m afraid to post anything new because it will never measure up. My next most popular post has 5% of the notes this one has.

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Have you ever seen Gonzo sucking off Kermit? No? Then you weren’t one of the 80 people I was hanging out with tonight.

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I have made a mistake. I made a comment about Sonic the hedgehog. Someone reblogged it. I followed them. Now about 50% of my feed is art of sonic and shadow kissing. It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just that that part of my personality was supposed to be separate from my social media. Now I can’t look at tumblr in public, just like I couldn’t look at instagram in public for six months after Deadpool and Wolverine came out.

Update: it has only been a few hours and it has gotten worse. It’s all gay hedgehogs. There’s nothing but the epitome of adhd hitting on the furry version of Batman.

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Can we make a new rule? If you are limited to using public bathrooms, you should not be able to get high enough that you can’t aim. And if you’re missing as much as the people in my hallway do while sober, you need to fucking sit down when you piss.

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I am a whole ass adult.

I am educated and continuing my education.

I am American and use the imperial system of measurements.

I consume enough media that I am mostly up to date with pop culture.

I just figured out that Miles Prower’s (Tails the fox’s) name is meant to be a play on miles per hour.

mph

I’m a fucking dumbass.

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Song of the day: literally anything by Weezer

It won’t be good but I think it might technically count as music. And I fuck with that uncertainty.

Also, I feel like Weezer is the embodiment of a group of loser white boys getting stoned for the first time, going to Taco Bell, and getting so emotional over their chalupa that they propose to the nearest employee. And that’s probably how el scorcho was written but I’m too lazy to look it up.

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Is it normal to feel better when I get no sleep than when I get less than six hours of sleep? Anyway, it’s 5:45 in the morning and I was just crying over fanfics on AO3. I’m driving back to school tomorrow (in an hour and a half) and I have class on Monday (technically still tomorrow) and I have a fuck ton of work to do.

Also, I’m unhappy.