The Living Embodiment of "Oof" @germansandwich - Tumblr Blog

zoinyoi

a teacher, a scientist, and a shred of hope

wayba3

A teacher and his aquarium

wayba3

The cutest little guys who could say no to them

hymnism

making a collection

putridghost

Wait I have more

acemingo

zanncom

quiet on set

penandinkprincess

"ummm actually that wouldn't happen because-" playing!!! i am playing!!! come play with me!!! i even set up the sandbox with extra shovels!!! don't smack the barbie out of my hands!!

we are doing improv!! pick up a blorbo and yes and with me!!

shanalikeanna

IM PLAYING IM PLAYING

valentinetheeviljester

Maybe lean out

valentinetheeviljester

cyphir-spacerobot

Victor Frankenstein after achieving the impossible and building a fucking person from scraps of the dead: Oh god, ew, ew it's ugly! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew! Ew! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew!

koiagain

asterhound

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

the-irreverend

The GOAT

altades

[YOU] and the children [YOU] ruin

silvaerial

Patron Saints of One-Way Trips

tuherrus

be not afraid

cerleansky

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.