Until Hell freezes over

@proteri

are you a pink lemonade gay or a vanilla coke gay? sword gay or axe gay? cats and dogs gay or snakes and lizards gay? string lights gay or neon lights gay?

I can’t stop thinking about this since I first saw it

I was checking out at Walmart, and as I was reaching for my bags I said, “Happy Holidays!” And the cashier leaned in like she was sharing a secret and said “Merry Christmas.” So I smiled politely and said, “Blessed Yule!” And the look that spread across her face, you would have thought I’d literally stolen Christmas from her. If you’re going to make a point of wishing me a happy whatever-you-celebrate, I’m going to make a point of wishing you a happy whatever-I-celebrate, and if you think that’s wrong you should consider getting “hypocrite” tattooed across your forehead.

It’s that time of year again

A post I made has officially become an “it’s that time of year again” post and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t honored

Jovanka’s Chronic Fatigue Syndrom sounds like a kickass band name tbh

These words scan with a fantastic degree of confidence considering that together they make no sense at all

there is no validation quite like when people really enjoy something you cooked

winning the nobel prize <<< bringing home a completely empty container from a social function

You can’t reblog this again until October 2024, so do it now.

also we came to a WILD realization tonight: when playing rock, paper, scissors, people from the east coast and midwest go on SHOOT, and people from the west coast (who are insane) go on scissors. like WHY

tell me where ur from and whether u go on scissors or on shoot