Sacrificed Roomates to RNJesus for Crits

Me doing 490 exclamation marks: XD

The Barbie movie reminded me about how when I was little my parents were upset that I kept making my Barbie dolls kiss, so they bought me a Ken doll. The next day they found me having a funeral for poor Ken in the garden, he had died of tuberculosis. All the Barbies were in attendance and I buried him under our rose bush. The Barbies were too poor to afford a headstone (it was 1875) so I didn’t mark where the grave was and I never could find him again. He’s probably still there.

seeing reddit refugees repeatedly hit their post limits and comment their thoughts on every reblog is kind of refreshing. site migration be damned these guys know how to blog

I am covered in hickies how am I supposed to be a respected scientist looking like this!?!

Normalize kissing other the other scientists with tongue

*walks into the lab and comes out hours later covered in lipstick marks* the collaborative research is going well

I dunno maybe the horrors would be less daunting if we were holding hands

with each other or with the horrors?

I've got two hands