just ask that person out, the worst thing they can say is an esoteric incantation that topologically inverts your body

Look, I know somebody in this room is experiencing cosmic wonder. I can literally hear the tremolo strings accompanied by a solo guitar gently picking out an arrhythmic harmony.

I'm not asking for names, I'm just saying it would be swell if whoever's doing it would be kind enough to step outside before the sun bursts through the clouds and transfixes you in a single perfect shaft of light – some of us are photosensitive.

Tumblr is the reason why I have something I call the cashier test which is, if i told this to a random cashier at the grocery store, would they think you're crazy at best or at worst would they be warranted in leaping over the counter and beating the shit out of you. Karl Marx mpreg is crazy, but not beating the shit out of you crazy. The cashier will probably talk about you to their coworkers and it might even make their day. Telling someone they're complicit in their own oppression by working a minimum wage job at a grocery store makes them warranted in leaping over the counter to beat the shit out of you.