#slipmoth's thoughts

[slipmoth]

Listen I love pretty, colour-changing indicators with quirky names but who the fuck decided phenolphthalein is spelled that way?

[slipmoth]

Part-time jobs for students who can't drive, can't do small talk, can't make eye contact, can't multitask, hates crowds, hates kids, hates adults, can't handle being observed, impostor syndrome, social anxiety, autism, no qualifications, no hopes and dreams, no experience?

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One dumb thing about me as a certified monsterfucker is that in any horror game, I am facing the enemy head on if I can imagine getting freaky with it, but as soon as the monster is unfuckable I become an absolute scared-shitless wet wipe. I genuinely downloaded a mod for Lethal Company that removes all of the monsters— literally the entire point of Lethal Company— so it's just a slightly spooky trash collecting game for me now. And I'm STILL too scared to enter the more dangerous (now completely danger-free, mind you) facilities. If I had a little more to... work with, you could say, then I would be absolutely indifferent to being jumpscared, you get me? Please say you get me. Am I just a pussy?

[slipmoth]

My Mum tells me I cannot keep bringing more and more plushies back to my university room unless they are sentimental and absolutely necessary, but the problem is that people keep gifting me more pushies, and so I have no choice but to love and cherish them ALL. And they will all end up here inevitably. My beloved squishy friends, nothing could convince me to discard you <3

[slipmoth]

Just got my first tattoo today and I have to show everyone because it's fucking sick

[slipmoth]

Replying to the porn bots with random shit because I see comedy everywhere

(Idk if whoever's cleavage picture they've stolen would be comfortable with it being out there so I scribbled that)

[slipmoth]

I recently visited the little D'Arcy Thompson zoology museum at my university again (as it's only open like once in a blue moon) and I've always delighted at these little pieces of poetry they've added next to some of the specimens.

One point six one eight; / You are close, like the daisy, / Like life before life.

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A spade or a spear? / Apparently a horseshoe. / In any case, / dressed like a weapon, / yet used to protect. / From the weight of the waves / two hundred metres deep. / From harsh salt and sand, / but not from the lab coats / waiting on the beach.

We found their blue blood, / so we used it it to to protect us.

Until they're scared to come home / where their mothers were drained / and ended up never quite the same.

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Bonus Toe-Biter!

<3

[slipmoth]

I recently visited the little D'Arcy Thompson zoology museum at my university again (as it's only open like once in a blue moon) and I've always delighted at these little pieces of poetry they've added next to some of the specimens...

Open below ~~~

One point six one eight; / You are close, like the daisy, / Like life before life.

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A spade or a spear? / Apparently a horseshoe. / In any case, / dressed like a weapon, / yet used to protect. / From the weight of the waves / two hundred metres deep. / From harsh salt and sand, / but not from the lab coats / waiting on the beach.

We found their blue blood, / so we used it it to to protect us.

Until they're scared to come home / where their mothers were drained / and ended up never quite the same.

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Bonus Toe-Biter!

<3