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@screamoneo
I see so many online wearing so little clothing, some even none at all. I will buy them large coats to keep them warm. We must protect the weak from baring harsh winters.
oh no that’s horrible. where are you seeing people with no clothing?
so i can avoid those websites
Reminder:
never use a doormat that has a welcoming phrase on it
Something that doesn’t belong can choose to misinterpret it as an invitation
I think you're a good person.
I once ate a live cricket.
good. it deserved to die
scrolled long enough on the 2016 dashboard i stumbled upon this
SCROLL BACK UP
every porn ad is always 'hot milfs in your area', 'big boob woman in your city', etc etc, and never 'intelligent minds’ or ‘hot souls in your area'
whats ur favorite turtle
Let me tell you about hubris. Many a grown adult oft forget that the courtesies of our world span farther than that of our own species. In many ways, a mutual agreement can be forged between various animals, to live in peace with one another - but in our special circumstance, to also respect their credence to existence, as mutual living creatures all sharing one home. That is why, I derive such pleasures seeing a cranky snapping turtle chomp on the fingers of some disrespectful oaf - a man who forgets this fact of mutual, biological respect. Oh hoh. Quite the chomp it usually is too!
Stfu, cuck
What the fuck why
dont worry. the turtles will get him
What’s your favorite video game :3
There isn't one answer to this question. but uh hohh hohuh Outer wilds, Factorio, shadow of the colossus, terraria, Hollow knight, elden ring, civ 6, dark souls series, monster hunter tri and 4 and world, cave story, talos principle, Inside, half life 2, portal 1&2, Mario Odyssey, Rayman 1, metroid prime, metroid zero mission, skyrim,
Go play your itch.io backrooms ps2 lowpoly cave simulator, you fucking elitist, self-congratulatory schmuck.
they’re classics for a reason. “oh wow. you like the classics. how cliche.”
uh… yeah? and? you criticizing someone for enjoying good things only shows that you either enjoy bad things or are a hypocrite.
No joke this vine has a better understanding of transmisogyny than 40% of this website
that kid’s going places. i’ll take 3
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it
Fuck man
My mom likes to refrence a story she read
About a guy who escaped North Korea
He said living there was like living in a pot
And he grew up there, so he grew into the shape of the pot
But once he was out
And the pot was gone
He was still in the shape of the pot
And he had to work really hard to grow outside that shape
I think its the same with alot of things
Art, gender presentation, decoration prefrences, food, hobbies
You forget what made you happy in favor of what kept you alive.
not only that be he said it was impossible that any ody other than an American Man could have done it
laurie 😔
Wait a minute I could've sworn your bio used to say 26
Damn, I wonder what coulda happened
YOU ARE 27?????? wow, people over 20 exist. Damn.
Hey its time to get back into your crib, it's 1pm
happy borthdee
Are you cishet
Is this blog being run by a cishet man
Please i need answers
You don't need to know that
how do people not realize that this is the exact same thing as “ARE YOU TRANS? WHATS IN YOUR PANTS?” but worded differently.
y’all are like DIDJU DRANK MAH MAWNTIN DO? LEMME SMELL YA BRETH!
what good does that information do you? all you’re doing is making puki uncomfortable. puki identifies as banging your mom, and that’s all you need to know.
Was my basement always this big?
I keep walking and walking
Holy shit, Shapiro had his ass handed to him. This is so satisfying to watch.
me literally going near broke the moment i started playing D&D (i own 46 full sets of 7)
