ramblings of a dying adolescent.

You're looking truly indecent in those khakis if I do say so myself

*flirtatiously* bleeding out all by yourself, handsome?

Unless you were a tech at NASA back in the day, when one time some hydrogen a) escaped in a particular building, and b) caught on fire. This was extremely difficult because hydrogen does NOT burn on the visible spectrum humans evolved to see (and flee). Rather, it technically does, but it’s so pale that in practice, no one could see it. Additionally, pure hydrogen burns without smoke and with so little ambient heat that you can’t really sense it till you walk into it. So, per the lore, for a few days all the techs in that building just walked around brandishing brooms in front of them like lances. If your broom lit on fire, congrats! You have located more burning hydrogen! Do not proceed!

Place: building with pockets of invisible fire

Spell: Conjure Invisible Fire

I love scenarios and I hate being in situations

i wish all ai prompters a very go fuck yourselves

Passed my autopsy with flying colours. There was so much inside me

Just realized I have a spare coffee table I could totally set up to do like a puzzle on or something and I actually have the floor space to do it now oooog fuck I'm about to become a puzzler

i fucking love tumblr on new years i scroll past a glittertext gif wishing me a happy 2002 i scroll past my mutual wishing me a happy 2018 i scroll past a gifset wishing me a happy 2013 i scroll p

c. 1890 Postcard

HAPPY NEW YEAR GO INTO THE SOUP

i love how delusional some articles of clothing are, like you read the tag and its like “hand wash only/tumble dry on low” son you are a cotton tshirt. youre going in the warsh and whatever happens in there is in gods hands

I can’t try this so can’t be sure, but this looks like it might be a good way of slicing stuff for people with some upper limb impairments who struggle with knives.