I Might Not Understand Social Queues But I Can Understand Morse Code, Pigpen, And Multiple Lesser Known

baby girl, i get paralysed by decisions you wouldn’t even realise you were making 😎

every now and then i think about the middle aged man i saw stripped down to his underwear in a laundromat with those big glass shop windows facing a very crowded street. the confidence...the efficiency...the dangerous flirting with a charge of public indecency. i simply have to respect it

forgot to eat bc i was too busy contacting nasa to get them to fix a mistake i noticed on their website

"you need this app to get more data"

" you have to update to a newer ios for this app"

"you can't download any ios other than the newest one that will fuck up your oldish phone"

"you don't have the storage for this update, buy more icloud storage to make it work"

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i hope one day your monopoly falls and you are crushed under its weight. you have already met your doom, it is in your mirror laughing like a wealthy man who doesn't know the meaning of hubris.

bitches hate me bc i enjoy a nice glass of cold milk. also unrelated but i might have lead poisoning.

i was made to do repetitive manual labour while telling stories to children, i yearn for butter churning and wood chopping and weaving.

i actually think using leeches in medical settings is fun and silly i would much rather they took my blood with leeches than needles. needle? oh no thats a needle. leech? huh, little guy. i am easily distracted from fear if there is a creature.

"hey how are you?" my insides are being scraped out with pottery tools and i am about to throw up on your shoes.

my baby.

mob from mob psycho 100 was in my dream and i told him i liked the cardigan he was wearing, called him a little guy, and patted his head