Shoutout To When I Got Banned From Being A Dungeon Master At Age 15 Because I Kept Putting Gender Tf

This is me btw

This is who you’re being mean to when you’re mean to me.

Got them metal tit plates

Gonna use phase shift to spice up the robotgirl sex

I was put on this earth to be mid and then die

I bet it feels good as fuuuuck to slightly draw your sword with all the other knights in anger when a treacherous knave shows their face in the court

Call me mRNA because AUG AGA GGG UUU UUC AUG GUG GGA UGA

please look at this beautiful mouse

me: man i wish dodos still existed so i could eat one

brain: there are many extant species of pigeons and doves still

me: hmmm is it morally right to eat a dove

brain: the morality of eating meat is not affected by the beast it originates. the idea that certain meats are “wrong” to eat is a societal expectation

me: okay what diseases do pigeons carry

brain: some but with proper preparation and with a disease-free specimen you will be okay

me: what is stopping me from eating a dove

brain: your cowardice. you fear social rejection and dread the idea of judgement. but, those who judge you are just as biased and imperfect as you are. you must accept that this is an inevitable part of life, but it should not hold you back. you are in charge of your own destiny

me: okay lala ^_^ *googles “dove resippy” for 4 hours and salivates so hard it floods my room and i drown*

You ever have a random thought that's not intrusive, but somehow simultaneously so instinctive and so detached from your regular everyday life, that you vaguely figure it was probably just an ancestral spirit possessing you for a second?

I was baking an apple pie for fun, freehanding cardamom by vibes alone. And a thought pops into my head, must not be wasteful with them, spices are expensive. And I had to halt right there for a second. Why would I feel financial guilt about the amount of seasoning in homemade goods, when I spend money on far more frivolous shit every single day? My own weight in cinnamon would cost less than my rent.

Thank you for your concern, Maarit from the 1600s, but trust me, we're good. I can measure this cardamom with my heart and not the scale.

It’s five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. I’ve never seen so many trees in my life. As W.C. Fields would say, “I’d rather be here than Philadelphia.”

TWIN PEAKS: Pilot (1990) dir. David Lynch

Ready, ten paces, fire.