“this is the hill you want to die on?” oh no i just love arguing. i fully intend to leave this hill once it gets boring. sorry for the confusion!

i think i want a glass packer, it would give me an edge and add a lot of danger to my mundane life

dance too hard in the club and my dick flies out of my pant and shatters all over the floor

Cinderella

el woowoo

Happy "El Woowoo" Wednesday!

please stop writing "viscous" when you mean "vicious", it produces the weirdest mental images ever

"a viscous murder" yeah i don't want to know what that could look like

it looks like the Boston Molassacre of 1919

In case you all need it said: this is cultural genocide.

Have you ever heard of the memory technique of having a giant house inside your head where you "store" bits of knowledge associated with household items in specific locations & to remember it you can mentally walk yourself to where it is and supposedly never forget anything again? Their physical walks are exactly that, and as the above states, wondrously accurate. Destroying the path and features destroys vital cues for priceless ancestral knowledge preserved for millennia.

Reblogging again because Tumblr hides links in reblogs but here's a link to a book about this subject, The Edge of Memory by Patrick Nunn