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okay picture this; i go back in time and find a victorian orphan child. do i blow his mind? do i break his brain? NO!!! i give him warm soft clothes and a hug. he gets me wizard high off what would commonly be used to treat a minor cough in that era. we both eventually contract a deadly illness and then i bring him to the future where we get easily cured of our ailment. i buy him a happy meal afterwards. he’s my good son now. love you son.

no lie, the second half of this post really helped me put a different perspective on my life and greatly the decreased the anxiety i have about my life to come

Please grow your own food. It's easy if you have the space. Couple tomatoes and salad greens on the balcony, herbs and green onions in your window sills. You can totally do that.

Potatoes will grow in a friggin shoebox.

There’s no way to be more white than to make such a stupid statement. Drake did not invent nor iconize a fucking fade and a beard line up.

nice personality disorder did your mom give it to you

Your stomach thinks that all potatoes are mashed

post CANCELLED everyone GET OUT

"Un-uhlaive? UN-UHLAIVE? Ma'am, that man has been killed. He has been MUHDUHED. To DEATH."

[image description: a screenshot of Detective Benoit Blanc. he looks appalled. end image description.]