Formerly Becca The Biscuit Baker

My body is but a #weakness au temple.

sometimes I look at my friends and I am just overwhelmed by the sheer luck of it. the universe is so violently massive and terrifyingly empty, but somehow, against all odds, my brand of weird gravity pulled in your brand of weird gravity. we are just ghosts haunting the same corner of the internet, sharing a brain cell, and keeping each other tethered to the earth.

idk how many more "higher temperature is expected today"s i got left in me

I don't remember finding fart jokes particularly funny even when I was a child.

Five year old me, watching a movie with fart jokes: "Oh, how gauche. They're pandering to the lowest common denominator."

I suggest getting angrier about misogyny.

"at least be nice about-" no. Girl. Kill him over it. We're done. It's been centuries of this bullshit since time immemorial and he hasn't learned. Obliterate him.

my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

as part of their ongoing boycott, Canada will no longer provide the US with totally real long-distance girlfriends who definitely exist

our age of blogs is collapsing

okay that was not my last straw but i have maybe 3 to 4 straws left at most so watch out.

🦠 #my crobe