Gap-tooth - 🧶

Maybe I’m just asexual but I genuinely think that the idea that some people are so hot that literally everyone wants them is a myth. I think some of those people supposedly everyone is attracted to are just rich or well connected

snoopy moon landing commemorative coin, 1969

just gonna say it: i despise spongebob & patrick. the only character i have any sympathy for is squidward. at least plankton has some passion for his work, mr krabs is a dirty capitalist exploiter. 

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are people really having sex?

like actually

are we sure people are really doing that

ADHD and autism spectrum is funny in a way that isn't funny. Like hello, welcome to society, your brain is hardwired to function the most efficiently within certain parameters you'll almost never end up in. You're either so good at switching subjects that other people don't enjoy talking with you, or you're so good at sticking to the same subject that other people don't enjoy talking with you. Fuck you and good luck.

When you really think about it, crochet and knitting are just organized methods of tangling yarn

My family never put much priority on my comfort or happiness. I'm slow to wake up, and I grew up thinking that I hate mornings. My sister is the type of a person who is as wide awake as she'll be all day as soon as her eyes snap open, and when we were teenagers she used to wake me up on school days by tossing the dog at me (our old Tessa was enough of a terrier to always land on her feet, claws first, and could be tossed like a cat) and waking up every day having to wrestle a dog's tongue out of my mouth before I could open my eyes was Not Nice.

My family would berate me for being too sensitive, dramatic, or even downright manipulative, for being able to burst into tears first thing in the morning.

When my boyfriend wakes up before me, he takes meticulous care not to wake me up. He climbs out of bed so cautiously and slowly, gets dressed without turning on the light, and sits quietly in the dark of our one-room apartment until my alarm rings or I wake up on my own. This morning, I woke up to notice that the room was softly lit in a way I didn't recognise, and saw the love of my life quietly gaming in the light of a storm lantern.

I love mornings.