oozey mess
Origami Around
trying on a metaphor
Stranger Things
⣠Chile in a Photography âŁ
we're not kids anymore.
$LAYYYTER
Aqua Utopiaď˝ćľˇăŽĺşă§č¨ćśăç´Ąă
almost home
Cosimo Galluzzi
occasionally subtle
cherry valley forever
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
if i look back, i am lost
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macklin celebrini has autism
Discoholic đŞŠ
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@immoralwaffle69
me, drinking tea: pls leaf waterâŚ.sage my body of the demons of my pastâŚsteam my colonâŚlet me know peace
me, drinking coffee: I beg of u bean juiceâŚ.cleanse me of the curse of sleepâŚ.make my heart beat like a tribal drum in ceremonyâŚ.let me conquer this building
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#imagine: this is justinâs face when u tell him ur pregnant đđđđ
I am going to end my life
Call of Cthulhu (3, 6, and 7) - Ümer tunç
Eternal by ivan stan
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You sellin anything new, Cabbage Patch?
So what if the merchandise has blood on it? It gives it character!
Your blog fails to make me smile :) I love you!
did you forget the word never or is this a hate messageÂ
they: wyd me:Â
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everybody is so bored while stuck inside bc of covid-19 that i just got an ff.net alert that a fic from 2009 i was following updated with a new chapter for the first time in FIVE YEARS
Reblog for your favorite old fic to rise from the grave.
Reblog for your writerâs block to go away so that you can actually resurrect your WIPs
quick, tell me the weirdest compliment youâve ever gotten. my doctor told me i have impeccable eardrumsÂ
my dentist once told me (in an appreciative tone) that i have huge neanderthal-like canine teeth
oh i AM losing my mind over thisÂ
I have frequently had doctors complain to me that I have tiny ear canals and like
I donât know what Iâm supposed to do with that information besides apologize for providing a subpar patient experience?
When I had surgery, the anesthesiologist had me open up my mouth so they could âsee what they were working withâ when they intubated me and they were like âoh nice, lots of room! [assistant] come look!â And the assistant came to look down my throat and was like âniceâ đ
My wife, when we were first dating, told me I reminded her of a walrus, you know, a really pretty one.
a dancer once told me i had beautiful achilles tendons. (they are v long, i think. i have always been able to squat with my feet flat on the floor with no practice, which is unusual for americans.)
my doctor told me that my blood pressure is excellent, like yes iâm young and healthy but i have blood pressure out of a medical textbook, and i told my mom that and my mom said oh yes, you have genetically perfect blood pressure. you inherited it from my side of the family.
A mortician told me my skintone is so pale Iâd be a pain in the ass to embalm
A yoga instructor complimented me on having âstretchy hipsâ - Iâm not overall flexible I just apparently accidentally trained myself to be a master of all hip opening yoga poses by sitting in the weirdest ways possible at home.
My sonographer exclaimed that I have âthe cutest little uterusâ while giving me an ultrasound.
I once went to a doctor for hip pain, she proceeded to lay me down and stretch my legs all kinds of ways, going âwow youâre so flexible, I guess youâre fineâ. Iâm hypermobile.
I have excellent veins. âVery juicy,â said the nice totally-not-a-vampire nurse taking my blood for a hormonal panel.
a hairdresser once got legitimately aggrieved with me because my hair follicles are densely packed (as though if she frowned hard enough Iâd relent and space them out properly?)
When I was getting a physical, the doctor asked me to shift on the bed a little so I just lifted myself up from my stomach to move slightly and he was all âOh! Nice strong core!â
Itâs totally fine to play video games by yourself but solo board games make you seem like a loser/loner
Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didnât. Anon had done it; theyâd figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness.
A tear streams down my left cheek.
Eight years of academy hijab trainingâŚwasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.
It wasnât until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me⌠how would I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word âRulesâ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll.
âRule #1: no killing people,â it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans.Â
Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.
Rule #2: donât show ur hair girl itâs ugly lmaooooo
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as the french say, merci goku
my new favourite thing is italian regional presidents and mayors absolutely LOSING IT at people violating quarantine. hereâs a eng subtitled compilation for yâall. (the president of campania region; the mayor of messina; the mayor of bari; the mayor of gualdo tadino; the mayor of tutolo.)
