Welcome To My Twisted Ankle

i teleport behind you like in the animes but we’re ass to ass

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being a sports fan must be wild imagine if we had to worry about patrick getting sold to weezer or something

if you’re 26 and older, reblog.

I remember when I was 26. The mastodon hunts were the highlight of my day, and we cheered whenever we made fire...

the issue with growing up in the 2000s and 2010s was like there was this really big push toward "accepting your weirdness" overall but they meant like idk wearing mismatched socks or something not being tangibly beyond the norm in any way shape or form

the vivid sensory-memory of sucking water out of a washcloth as a child

Who just randomly leaves an embryo in the freezer for 30 years like it's a bag of brussels sprouts

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