I Love The World And Everything In It

cis people can reblog this but keep it on subject, please

Happy pride month everyone always remember that the sinkhole has an ecosystem large enough to house not only insects but likely several species of small birds or mammals

youve died a thousand times before who caaares just climb out of this grave again & again &agaian & agaian & again & again & aga

my me hurts

ouch ough ouch. #MyMe

I do the opposite of gatekeeping, I’m not going to shut up until you like this thing as much as I do

here’s a wet pathetic man in a gifset to get you started and then I’m going to send you memes as propaganda

gatetossing: hurling the gate at passersby and attempting to capture them, regardless of whether they wanted to pass through the gate

i love it when italians argue about italian. like we don’t even know how our language really works we just roll with it

Italian is 107 different provincial languages stuck together with spit and half a prayer

My bf lives in another region and we are constantly arguing about regional variations of words and we both live in the fucking north of Italy

one time i saw a map of italy but instead of cities and roads etc it was just covered w different ways you can say the word vagina. it was covered

oh I can think of at least seven ways to say the word vagina right off the top of my head rn. I can’t imagine what I could do if I tried harder

this is the Italian Vagina Map, reblog to… I’m not sure actually. Can’t hurt though. 

reblog to Italian season your pussy

if you follow the right people on social media then you can regularly enjoy a sort of "survival horror experience" where you get to piece together The Terrible Thing That Happened based entirely on scattered, incomplete accounts

i am banned from eating my herring inside. they make me eat it on the smoking area by the loading dock, under the theory that it already smells bad there. but it was raining today which was preventing my breakfast, so i was feeling sad and hungry and then i realized that there was a large cardboard box in the dumpster from a previous delivery. like a fridge sized box. so i fished it out of the dumpster, then tipped it on its side and had a nice little cardboard cave to watch the rain and eat my fish in. which was a great experience. very soothing. very zen. at least until the security guard from the day before stepped outside to smoke. then i tried hiding from him by crawling deeper in the box, which unfortunately did not work. instead he saw a sort of damp sniveling pale hairless creature eating fish in a box, and delivered the verbal killshot of "good morning, mr. smeagol." which is how my day was ruined before 8 am.