Baby, You Were My Picket Fence

of course i have a lot of pent-up rage you fool i’ve been the same height since i was 12

Robots getting engraved tattoos yes

I am changing. I am growing. I am becoming better. 

there’s a thundering sound in the distance as the rohirrim ride into war but rather than hoofbeats it’s the collective sound of all their cheeks clapping

The man just loved ass

we’re learning about fruit structures and development in my economic botany class and like…….fucking figs. what the FUCK. like im literally honestly so worked up right now about this like the wasp just fucking dies in there??????????? the wasp just fucking dies and it just like decomposes in there like im just absolutely beside myself i literally cannot articulate what a jarring experience it was to see what drawn in a diargam on the chalkboard im SO fucking mad. i dont know why but like. thats the closest way to describe my current emotions. betrayed…violated….

you guys literally dont understand my botany professor finished drawing the diagram and turned to look at the class and my physical body language so throughly showed my betrayal and repulsion that i didnt even raise my hand he just called on me and i did not mean to sound as pissed as i did but i just wanted to confirm i was like ‘so it really just decomposes in the fruit doesnt it? it just does and the fruit develops around it’ and he was like ‘yeah lol it sure does. just a little extra protein in there huh?’ im literally having an emotional breakdown over this

usually it would be at this point where i would respond to the flood of asks ive received about this post with a dramatic theatrical essay about how fucked up figs are and i probably still will but i literally need to Take A Break Right Now holy shit…