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Phineas from Phineas and Ferb at Frontier City.
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Phineas flower
Biblically accurate Phineas
Happy Phineaspocalypse
Just opened Tumblr for the first time today
Character who doesn't get to die & character who doesn't get to live. Is that anything.
THANKS.
Me when I remember something I said ages ago that was wrong or my values no longer align with
to me, correctly using 5+ commas in a single sentence is like perfectly executing a combo in a fighting game. to me.
if you think a sentence needs 5+ commas it should be two sentences
it’s not about what the sentence needs, i’m afraid, nor is it about economy, clarity, or style. it’s about winning, little-theatre-fairy.
Comment on my MA thesis:
In elementary school, my best friend and I had this game we would play where we were school supplies living inside a child's desk and going on slice-of-life adventures inside it. And I remember that a key component of our school supply society was a sort of religious schism that existed around the purpose and nature of the giant hand that occasionally reached in to grab different citizens, use them, and then return them, because most school supplies considered this an auspicious and enviable moment of being selected for a greater purpose and allowed a glimpse of a vast truth, but pencils considered it a horrible portent of doom because they always got sharpened during it and came back smaller and closer to death. We were third graders btw.