Ghost frontman Papa Emeritus IV, appearing in full makeup, threw out the first pitch at the Chicago White Sox game on Thursday night.
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Ghost frontman Papa Emeritus IV, appearing in full makeup, threw out the first pitch at the Chicago White Sox game on Thursday night.
i can't have beef with the power of friendship trope because if someone wanted to hang out with me i'd probably reconsider my stance on turning the city into the 10th circle of hell
besides i can always just redirect my dark urges towards being violently protective of my new friends. there's no rule that says you can't do that.
Thriller Bark Arc, basically!
Yet another instance of me wanting to get a joke out of my head. Yohohoho!!
y’all.
last night someone left the door open and none of us could figure out who did it. not a huge deal but it’s important to keep the animals in, if they were to get out of their room into the main space. since we all swore we shut it behind us we decided to look back at the motion sensor game cam to see if it bounced open or something so we could fix it so it wouldn’t do that.
i was like “it had to have somehow bounced open. it’s not like anyone out here would be breaking in.”
my friend joked, “there were a few deer in the pasture last night that looked shifty.”
Well you’re never gonna fucking believe this.
I even thought to myself “maybe it was me?” because of my ADHD. but shutting doors and gates is one of my ONLY reliable habits because i’ve been on farms my whole life.
I’m never second-guessing myself again after this, frankly. from now on when I misplace my keys I’m gonna be like, well maybe they were taken by a wild animal.
just got an idea for a banger couples shirts design
She's being so big and brave.
For this game of dodgeball, I will be specifically targeting the gayest and most autistic among you to eliminate.
Okay so normal rules then
my mind hand touched a hot memory stove
How dare you leave this in the tags.
Isn’t it kind of fun how when your life sucks you just can’t talk about it with anyone
I’m serious though. When your life reaches a degree of suckage, you find yourself having to look elsewhere for anything at all to talk about. The things going on in your life are trauma dumping. Your past is probably also trauma dumping. So you have to get really weird about specific things or hope that others want to talk to you, because very quickly people are going to develop an aversion to you and the way your life sucks. Unless you just don’t talk about it
It’s socially isolating, which is dangerous—when you’re in this sort of situation, community is the difference between life and death, housing and homelessness.
I think the collective prioritization of comfort first is hurting people in a real and material sense
the thing is they really do let you hit because you're goofy.
i say shit like "whuh oh!" and it makes girls want to kiss me under moonlight for some reason
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the canterbury tales (c. 1400) - geoffrey chaucer
“hot wench summer”
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