West Edmonton Mall Water Park, mid 1980s.
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@veryoldlady
West Edmonton Mall Water Park, mid 1980s.
i have literally zero qualms about the source of meat that i eat as long as it is clean and poses no threat to my health. turtle? let me have a lirtle. raccoon? i want some soon! belly of horse? well, of course! dog's leg? don't make me beg! i could go on but i believe you get the picture. i really don't give a shit. obviously there's ethical concerns but like if you presented me a filet of human flesh that was harvested off of someone who wanted me to eat them i'd take a bite. i would. i mean, think about it. if someone wanted you to eat their flesh, i feel like that would make it more ethical than a pig who wanted more than anything than to live. the difference between me and you, though, is that i wouldn't get hard over it. FLACCID. PENIS. the entire way through. not a drop of moisture nor tingle of sensation in my briefs. also. can we go back i forgot to put in my mom's rewards membership number.
i wish I was Canadian girl. i wiold watch trailer park boys and eat kraft dinner. i would smoke weed and visit tim hortons. i would hunt moose and fight off grizzly bear
Plus ça change...
...plus c'est la même chose
life imitates art
forever thinking about this francis bacon quote
depressed steampunk guy: like nothing makes me happy anymore i feel like my fantastical flying contraption just ran out of coal
do you think steam just magically comes out of nowhere im so sick of these people who dont understand steampunk it makes me want to get into my submersible bathysphere and never reemerge
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like technically it wouldn't even be hard for someone to just know that this is my blog from that one famous post and come here but absolutely no one ever would think of that or would make that effort and i can easily rely on the laziness of others for my own privacy
feels so good to be back on tumblr and i'm so glad i have this space which is relatively secret... especially these days since most of my old tumblr friends haven't logged in for like 7 years
Wait. I also have a Elon musk death fantasy. I thought it was just me. In my version he chokes on his own spit and dies.
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First of all, OP is a scrappy doo sympathiser. Secondly, OP got a ticket for jaywalking in the December of 2005