A miserable and fuzzy humanoid

all my haters become cicaders when i enter the summer of success

I think the university course database should have a filter to only show classes taught by extremely old people who are insane

Something about the bastardization of the story time and time again proves that nobody in power really cares about the people who would resonate with King’s Carrie White. A girl so ugly and repulsive she’s been removed from her own story. The societal need for women and girls to be constantly perceived as attractive is what fuels a fair amount of her torment in the book, but that person isn’t even allowed to exist on the screen. We cannot empathize with her; it isn’t allowed. It’s fascinating to me.

How can I get a full time job as the wandering stranger that comes into town and gets by on odd jobs and has their face partially obscured by a hood and/or cowboy hat

pillows have stopped having a cold side some time ago

this is my one wild and precious life fucckkkkkkk fuckkkkkk fucckcckkkkkkk

think it's a deep consolation to know that spiders dream, that monkeys tease predators, that dolphins have accents, that lions can be scared silly by a lone mongoose, that otters hold hands, and ants bury their dead. that there isn't their life and our life. nor your life and my life. that it's just one teetering and endless thread and all of us, all of us, are entangled w it as deep as entanglement goes. v neat i think.

can you hear the lambs clarice??

it has always been a dream of mine to relax

much like a beautiful horse i like salt and roaming freely

yeah i couldn’t be trusted with a penis id get hard from the way the sun shines through the leaves and everyone would hate me