a-weird-frog

Aujourd'hui, il fait 39 degrés. Ou peut-être hier, je ne sais pas. J'ai reçu un télégramme de Météo France : “Vague de chaleur. Vigilance rouge demain. Adoptez les bons gestes.” Cela ne veut rien dire. C'était peut-être hier.

thinking "everyone can tell im bad at this" as i stand completely motionless doing nothing in public

i have [gestures vaguely] my tendencies

I could really do with a reward or incentive

i must not care about sport. caring about sport is the mind-killer. caring about sport is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the sport. i will permit it to pass over me and through me. and when the sport is gone i will turn and face the sport’s path, and only i will remain.

sexual thrill at the mere prospect of cataloging things in a database

Unofficial Autism Post

the lioness still concerns herself with things she should have gotten over a long time ago

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

"j'ai rêvé de mon ex" ça devrait être une escuse valable pour être à la bourre au taff.

god's weakest soldier is scrolling tumblr instead of being productive or participating in any of their hobbies

i love you semicolon. no one look at my 80 word sentence