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YOU ARE THE REASON
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Not today Justin
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Cosmic Funnies

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@punkkidslater
If a suicide could've been avoided by just having more money, it was a murder.
adding these tags because yeah.
One time when I was like three years old I was laying in my mom’s bed, and I don’t remember what we were talking about except I was being fussy about having to do something, and just like whenever I was being like that she asked, “are you trying to pick a fight?”
And I didn’t really know what that meant, only that I always said no, but for some reason or another I was very annoyed and a fight sounded pretty good so for the first time ever I said “yes”
And I don’t know what I was expecting to happen, but I remember my mom just going “Okay, then. Let’s fight. What do you want to fight about?”
And I remember it occurring to me all of a sudden that the onus was on me to generate the energy to pick something to be mad about, and wishing she’d just do something worth fighting FOR me, but she just went, “I’m not the one who wants to fight. If you want to fight, you have to pick something to fight about”
and I just went ugh. Never mind, that’s too much work. So said “I don’t wanna fight actually, I’m just cranky” and she told me “okay well just say that next time” and in hindsight that was actually probably a very important formative experience
Imagine if sometimes some fucking Ț̷̡͂̀̎͠h̸̜̅͐̄ì̸̩̮̃̃̆n̸̗̰̟͉͐̑͋͆͜g̸̮̻͔̼̬͌ could just crash through the shimmering veil of reality with a trail of fragments from the suffocating void enveloping it, grab whoever's unlucky enough to be closest, and swoop back out like it was nothing. And this was just one of your everyday hazards to worry about. Incredible cosmic horror concept
Imagine if sometimes some fucking Ț̷̡͂̀̎͠h̸̜̅͐̄ì̸̩̮̃̃̆n̸̗̰̟͉͐̑͋͆͜g̸̮̻͔̼̬͌ could just crash through the shimmering veil of reality with a trail of fragments from the suffocating void enveloping it, grab whoever's unlucky enough to be closest, and swoop back out like it was nothing. And this was just one of your everyday hazards to worry about. Incredible cosmic horror concept
Given their presence in my childhood I really thought I'd run into one of these by now
A "salad" of radishes on the side would make this dish perfect.
You could add mozzarella pearls to the radish salad. Soften the pepperiness of radishes a little.
Do they sell mozzarella balls that small?
Yeah, they're sold as mozzarella pearls. The idea is that you can throw them into a salad, instead of shredding a normal sized mozzarella ball.
Some stores have mozzarella in a tube shape and it's firmer. You can slice pieces and put them on pizza and they keep the shape better.
Yup, balls and bricks are what I'm familiar with.
But yeah, more spheres for the sphere menu! xD
could have mochi for dessert
At the Tumblr Ball Pit Diner
You can't just hide this in the notes @theadveragecanadian! xD
:3 but with two teeth in the middle
what a fella!!
cow tools real..
i'm so fucking over it
Oh so you'd rather use eugenics on animals and abuse them instead? 🙄
i was about to get violent then i saw the handle im crying
Some reptiles shed their outer layer in one full piece.
my pet Plastic Bag
I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school's first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who'd awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes "oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts." and I'm like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don't like red. second of all look at me. there's literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.
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