The secret ingredient is salt

My cringe fucking baby and her derivative drivel

Being an adult will have you unironically craving a vegetable

Being an adult will have you unironically sad about a parasite outbreak in fresh vegetables.

been stewing on an analytical approach to fiction which I call "is this book afraid of me?" and in order to answer this question you determine how hard the book is trying to make sure you don't come after the writer on twitter

Please keep making art. Please make it for yourself. Please don’t let everything become even more of the same flat general appeal nonsense that doesn’t seem to have anything to say

Idk if its not that deep btw. I have a shovel and too much time on my hands, so its as deep as I want it to be.

Chat, is it considered “abusive roommate behavior” to release a raccoon into the living space after you have asked your roommate for months to please clean up their messes (they do not pay any of the mortgage)

i'm LITERALLY master dusknoir's favorite sableye because i don't tug or nip on his tail when he comes back to the hideout, and i dont snarl or beg for rocks when it's feeding time. i wait until the others are being fed and then while they're distracted i climb up on the rocks beside master dusknoir so quiet and polite with my little clawed hands folded so demurely. and my stomach grumbles so softly, and he turns my way with his beautiful hooded eye socket and his one terrifying red glowing eye that seems to pierce the essence of one's very soul with seething hatred, and he produces a gem he saved JUST for me, and he hand-feeds it to me where the other sableye can't see. and i take it from his hands with my razor-sharp teeth, and i am so so careful so as not to bite his elegaant and noble fingers, and i gnash it in my teeth behind my hands so politely. and SOMETIMES. if i am very good. he even pats my head.