'Til I can hear it crack
There's this urban legend that if you have to pass a den of badgers, you should fill your boots with onions, because when a badger bites you it will hold on until it can hear your bones crack.
people in my dreams are so mean sometimes...i created you dude, can you chill?
i do not care at all about oh&s in a lab but i do care about it in the kitchen. sure i'll wear sandals when handling dangerous chemicals why not. when lighting a bunsen burner ill put out matches on my tongue. i am running in the lab with beakers. TURN YOUR FUCKING POT HANDLES INWARD. DO NOT LEAVE KNIVES IN OPAQUE CLEANING WATER. CLEAN EVERYTHING THOROUGHLY OR GET OUT OF MY DAMN KITCHEN. the exception is that i love to play with knives and if i get bored waiting for water to boil i will start playing the knife game.
farcille thing i drew with markers :) lowkey fucked up marcille but life moves on regardles
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my fucked up rib won't stop me from wearing corsets, the stabbing pain shan't make me less of a whore
fucked up that sore throat make your ears hurt too...my voice has been taken and yet the suffering will not halt...
watching the matrix but while in cat ears so people know im watching it in the transgender way and not the alt right way
prolly no one will see this but idk im curious
hate when letters from institutions and companies refer to me directly and by name. you do NOT know me like that.
sometimes i'll read smut but every time i do it is for purely anthropological reasons and im stroking my chin in fascination the whole time and occasionally saying "hmm yes..yes.." and scribbling done some notes
diversity win! that guy who fell on his ass in the mosh pit is bisexual!
i should give my piss boy plush piercings because york is pork now
i need toast RIGHT NOW or i will cry so so hard it will make oceans and drown this toastless hell
guy who doesn't believe in the leviathan lobster god: what that's so silly, we could never make a lobster grow big enough to destroy the w-
the great lorb:
i should make milk jelly to satisfy my glue drinking desires
id suck dick for a clingstone peach rn
i have never been hungover bc im built different but this morning i woke up with a very sharp headache and a general awfulness in my body which feels very reminiscent of how people describe hangovers however i did not drink yesterday, i dressed up as hatsune miku in a silly christmas outfit and hung out in a big room of nerds
here's one i found a while back while sharing a box of these with my friend, brought me great joy
did you know they started printing contrasting words on either side of sweettarts? like bold and calm, local and global, head and heart? i did not, so you can imagine how startled i was to look down while eating my discount candy and see this:
the main reason i think this guy isnt eugene is that i don't believe julia would willingly make a character with black hair blonde. she loves drawing dark haired men too much, i call clone.
a beetle just landed on my breast and then instantly died. not sure if my boob was too powerful or if it sought my bosom as a soft resting place, i hope it was the latter so it may have died at peace
(two guys sharing a strawberry)
guy who has never eaten a strawberry: this flavor is unfamiliar and alien to me, like nothing I've tasted before
guy who has eaten a strawberry: this rings of sweet memory, rich with nostalgia
my ideal body would have a thin layer of peach fuzz over all of it like a sphinx cat, prehensile feet, and pointy teeth that grow back like a shark. also the transgender stuff i suppose.
[twirls my hair and sighs longingly] i want a sparring partner
need someone to kiss me like our love is a certainty but fight me like we are deeply repressed homoerotic rivals