manifesting.

I love how varied and universally weird the circumstances for making lifelong friendships are. Here's this guy I accidentally messaged once and I could not imagine my life without them now. Here's this girl I was so scared of when I met her, I would kill for her and remind her to rest on the regular. Here's this other guy we have so much in common we used to joke we were the same person in different timelines. It took us years to meet in person and I attended his wedding. There are also people who entered my life in absolutely unremarkable ways but changed it forever for the better. It's wonderful how easy it is to find people to love.

This is the best post I have ever written, read the notes and be blessed by loving your friends magic

suckin her cock welding style

Hi. What does this mean?

uncomfortably hunched over in a way that hurts my back, fully clothed, and sweating out of both heat and nervousness that I'm going to fuck it up. and then it sprays all over me

Very well, carry on

you learn something new everyday. unless you're a historian. then you learn something old

well look who it is. my old friend. the conses of my quences.

do not 10k me stop that

*clicks reblog* your old friend, the conses of your quences, sends their regards

This comic is genuinely how I remember which is which.

this is my favorite fuckin comic ever I have never seen something capture the experience so well

This post is how I've learned that the sexual meaning of "spit roast" has now become more well known than the literal meaning of roasting something on a spit, and the slangy way of using it to describe an ass kicking or a humiliating defeat is completely forgotten

I'm so glad that that truncated fucking ran-into-a-wall-at-speed tadpole-ass looking squirrel only lives in high altitude forests in Borneo bc this means I am extremely unlikely to encounter one in my day to day life. thank god

DID YOU MAKE THIS BLOG SIMPLY TO TORMENT ME

WHERE IS THE REST OF YOU

ALSO at work yesterday I ran into a guy who had SIX (6!!) coonhounds with him and was out driving around the woods to exercise them. He would go "Go on!" and they'd all jump off the back of the truck and start running around and then he'd go "Back up!" and they'd all jump back onto the truck. When he stopped to talk to me one of them hopped off the truck and came to check me out and he goes "Megan. Get back up here" and she just huffed and hopped back on the truck it was so funny

i go absolutely ape shit buck wild when people ask me if i want to run errands with them like Let’s Fucking Go. and my mind absolutely maxes out of dopamine when they ask if i wanna stop for coffee. and if someone took me to the park id go bonkers in funcking yonkers

i got so high last night that i started ghostwriting for a golden retriever apparently