"there's no such thing as monsters, honey," I said as I opened the door to her closet.
Benjamin Netanyahu.
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"there's no such thing as monsters, honey," I said as I opened the door to her closet.
Benjamin Netanyahu.
just ate 6,000 mg of edibles and an entire vegetarian no bake sushi casserole. in the next 20 minutes, i am going to smoke 2 joints and drink 7 cups of coffee.
I'm sure this is called something, but I can't figure out what.
you guys
you guys
you guys you guys
I just saw the coolest movie and I have an idea for the coolest movie ever. it's called:
The Muppification
The whole movie, a small select group of Muppets are searching for the one human being who is always present in all Muppet films, in an attempt to explain why they have found themselves on a movie studio set that appears to be abandoned, but, due to Muppet logic, the cameras are following and filming them anyway.
Ms. Piggy hypothesizes that the only way this could be possible has to be that there is a real human being somewhere in the building who is clearly a named and important character. All the Muppets need to do is find them.
With no other options so far presented, the group of Muppets start searching for the presumed human.
As they progressively search more and more of the closed off building, Kermit starts getting sick and experiencing strange physical symptoms.
The group of Muppets is forced to split up, as Ms. Piggy uses this as an opportunity to chicken out and stay behind and take a nap. She needs her beauty sleep, obviously. Also Kermit might need a smooch. Who knows.
Papers are found by the other group of Muppets who are still looking for the human referencing a man who is a famous singer, actor, showtune crooner, and unobtainable bachelor.
Slowly, over the course of the other group of Muppets looking through the office building and revealing more and more plot related clues about who the human in the story is, Kermit the frog viscerally and graphically transforms into a flesh and bone human person.
All of the documents they had found were about him.
Kermit the Frog.
what do you think.
Hope ur doing okay! If you ever need someone to talk to or just some help don’t hesitate to ask! .0.
holy shit, an ask.
i'm okay. a hospital tried to kill me, and i got a new phone, though. oh, i got hit by a car, too, so getting back into art-related stuff took a while.
i'm okay, though.
what if i told yall that i got hit by a car and then a hospital psych ward tried to kill me with weightloss drugs would yall believe me or tell me to kill myself
how are you feeling? make sure to eat and stay hydrated
✨🌸Shitty🌸✨
me: my partner is an angel
my partner, rotating their eye disks in embarrassment: T̵̝͆̒̍͗͋͗͑̌͝h̵̢̿̎̈́̑̅̇̌̌͝ã̷̤̰̲̟̠ņ̵͍̱̥͓̙̝͉̭̮̤̀̊́̂͋̎͑͋̒͆̑͝k̴͓͉̻̬̲̘̬͔̭̈̍͑͑̈̐̂͘͜͜͜͝ș̵͋́̒͝,̷̼̦̓̓͊̾̓̆͝͠ ̸̼̣͕̤͉̍̾̓̓͜b̴̬͍̉́͋̎̎̂̐ä̶̯̏̾̈͐̉͒̉ḇ̸͙̤͊ę̷̛̳̦̯̮̠̭̥̹͛̐̒̿́͆̀.̵̡̰̔̈́͑
It’s dangerous to go alone, here, take this.
✨🌸*stabs you*🌸✨
Hi. I’m back and I’m poor.
I increased my hours at work so I would have a bit more leeway each month, but I’m in such debt that it’s not making much of a difference yet. I’m disabled, and my joints are deteriorating to the point where my rheumatologist has told me i’m lucky if I have 10 years of walking left, so there’s only so many hours in a week I am able to work before it is to the detriment of my health. I also have autism and am a linecook in an incredibly busy restaurant, which leaves me overstimulated, mentally fragile and exhausted at the end of each shift.
Nearly 100% of my income atm (what little it is) goes towards rent and paying back my roommate for covering part of my rent for the last two months. I am left with $100 a month for food and as food prices rise in the city it is becoming increasingly difficult to buy enough groceries to make sure i can have at least one meal a day. I can’t remember the last time I ate more than one meal in a day. I am currently beginning the process of applying for disability, but it could take a year or two for any progress to happen. So, at the moment I am forced to ask for help.
My goal at the moment is $400, $100 of which will be used to buy food, and the remainder to settle my debts enough so that I can begin to allocate more money per month for food from here on out. Anything helps.
https://www.paypal.me/LenaSchwartz
Go to paypal.me/LenaSchwartz and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
If you’re in Canada DM me and I can give you my e-Transfer information.
my cupboards are empty and my student loan payments hit so my bank account is overdrawn by $80. i haven’t eaten in almost 36 hours
Reblogging this everywhere, please help this individual. Please.
What if you gaslit me and held my face while I had a mild seizure in your house, after coming there unannounced with a serial murderer and a loaded gun?
Haha, just kidding.
Unless-
Sometimes I see a man and I think to myself: god, he’s so fucking sexy, I want to strangle him to death. I want to beat him within an inch of his life. I want to sock him in the face. I want to rip his guts out and splay them on the ground while he bleeds out. I-
I’ve discovered something
A secret
A tune that no one knows
I’ve found
That if you never fall sleep
You never wake up alone
I want to write
I want to create
I want to spin
Words
Air
Thoughts
Into delicate golden strands
That leave shining
Lights
Sparkling
Like fine silk
In people’s minds
But how do you write
When your soul
Is withering up and dying in your body