oh Worm?

lost all my bart coin nedless to say im gonna marge into oncoming traffic

What is up with lefty types pushing to learn practical skills (sewing/gardening/etc whatever) as like "you'll need to know this after The Revolution:tm:" and not, like, "this is a useful skill to help yourself & others in your communities Right Now". You all sound like doomsday preppers and it's weirding me out. We don't have to prep for communist rapture maybe thee revolution starts with helping your neighbors

filtering down ao3 results from 14000 to 6 based on a single tag is foul. im sorry none of you are as enlightened as me ig.

the man who packs his suitcase like he’s going to shit himself every day is a fool every trip but one

meows loud as fuck shattering all glass within 3 miles no survivors

it's extremely funny reading historical accounts of Spontaneous Human Combustion because it follows the normal historical trend of other 1800s paranormal phenomena where it stopped happening as much right around the time cameras were invented and stopped happening entirely when everyone started carrying mini cameras in their pockets, but unlike most others of its ilk, it was effectively replaced by this mysterious phenomena where alocoholics would spill liqour on themselves and then fall asleep smoking a cigarette and turn into a fireball. nobody knows if these two things are related

Coworkers are bitching about teenagers coming to the park during school hours. First of all you do not know that they are supposed to be in school. School is not prison. Second of all who gives a shit. We are in Baltimore and I would much rather these kids come hang out in the woods than. Like. Literally anywhere else. Do not make them feel bad for being outside.

I always assume the train will be so boring and I bring seven things to do but then I'm entranced by the wonderful window the entire time

did you know? some primates have been observed to exhibit "blogging" behavior

who tagged this with "unreality". this is just a fact. a primate wrote this post

will you guys cancel me if i say that queer tragedy has a place in the creative arts and shouldn’t immediately be dismissed as bury your gays

Trace amounts of Monica in my life

A statistically insignificant level of Monica in my life

My life manufactured in a facility that also processes Monica

if you are a parent, or may become one, or you are otherwise likely to arrive in the situation of caring for a child while they eat, promise me this: if a child doesn't like a certain food or food group, you will ask them WHY. and specifically, you will pay attention to either confirming or ruling out "it makes my mouth itch" or "it makes my stomach hurt," both of which are medically important info that children may not provide unprompted. which i know because this PSA has been brought to you by "i spent my entire childhood and much of my early teens eating peas and lentils while wondering why everyone else liked the Violently Itchy Mouth Sensation so much, like were they a bunch of legume masochists or something, before i finally realized that Violently Itchy Mouth Sensation was in fact a sinister demon appearing only to me, and her true demonic name was: Legume Allergy"

if tumblr had a 'what in the hell are you even talking about' button, I'm not saying I'd use it as much as likes, but it'd be up there.