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Postage Pals! The PET! A blaze, a fox, and a fish! Other things! Tango, Etho, and Pearlie!

✨ Gem and the Scotts ✨

Inspired by The Hesitant Fiancé by Auguste Toulemouche

be depressed, suicidal xanax-addicted incel

one day I go to my /aq/fag uncle's house for some shit

he has pet shrimp, never seen anything like it before

he offers to get me some

throw them in a barely cycled tank with some shitty rock

several shrimp die

realize that I killed them with my apathy

realize I need to take responsibility for once in my life

do research, learn about water parameters and so on

eventually I have a beautiful planted tank with no more deaths

notice a female shrimp carrying eggs

haven't felt this excited about anything in almost a decade

the eggs disappear and I once again think I fucked up

few days later I see a tiny transparent baby shrimp

suddenly know how the shepherds felt as they gazed upon the newborn Christ

by this point I live and breathe shrimp

all my spare time is spent on shrimp research and watching shrimp videos

spend most of the money I had saved from my last job on shrimp products

quit the Xanax to support shrimp spending

Start putting effort into college in hope of getting a good job for my shrimp

grades improve, no longer facing the prospect of dropping out

relationship with parents improves since I am finally passionate about something and applying myself

l see genuine happiness in their eyes when I talk excitedly about my shrimp

for my birthday my mom makes me a shrimp cake

it even has fondant legs and little chocolate eggs

cry like a little bitch when I see it

mom hugs me and tells me she's always been proud of me

college dorm neighbours demand to see my shrimp

Shit they're gonna think I'm autistic

they actually think my shrimp are really cool

they start inviting me to their social events

start interacting with girls, get told by girls for the first time in my life that I'm fun and smart

l think my shrimp would be proud of me if they knew

We're gonna make it bros. Even if you can't do it for yourself, do it for the animals that depend on you.

hermittober day 9: betrayal!

art block does weird things to your style

"Oh hey these people have their own style of [language A's word for thing. Say, what do you call it?"

"Oh it's [language B's word for thing]."

[item] the way [culture] makes it. 

If you don’t want sliced bread, you want bread the way Eastern Indians make it you ask for Roti, not bread. Because Roti is bread THE WAY [EASTERN] INDIANS MAKE IT. Like fuck, it’s not that complicated a concept. 

thinking about whale falls