Anyways! *climbs out of the scattered and ruined debris of my feelings*
noise dept.
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Not today Justin
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Anyways! *climbs out of the scattered and ruined debris of my feelings*
they're texting each other
https://www.instagram.com/p/CO6ly1Ys7Gj/
Si/siad? What kind of fucking neo pronouns bullshit
it’s literally just she/they in irish
new gender unlocked: irish
gender is a coin that everyone said was gonna land on heads or tails but i turned mine into one of those pressed pennies from the museum. it’s got a dinosaur on it
new pronouns just dropped:
- “he” in the way you call an animal you don’t know the gender of “a little guy”
- “she” in the way sailors refer to their boats
- “they” in the way people say “they say that ___”, a faceless and all knowing collective. you are anything, you are everything.
Me turning on my heating pad and getting into bed: hell yyeah,, fucken., rotisserie chiken tyme
this just cruel
what is this the tumblr jail warden like “you’ve already used your phone call get back in your cell!!!”
holy shit i completely forgot about this?? there was a period of time where the only way someone could leave a reply on one of your posts was if you converted it from text to a whole different post type called Questions
and you only got. Two (2)
date of origin: 30th of october, 2015.
literally a PERFECT video
talked my head off, worked my tail off, cried my eyes out, walked my feet off, sang my heart out, so you see, there's not much left of me.
“Nothing Lasts Forever” by Sara Shakeel
the word radical reminds me of this cup
my last four brain cells the moment it’s october
Queso won't let me help with his pin feathers, so I gotta pet a bird with another bird.