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getting to that part in the day where I imagine how soothing it would be to rock back and forth in a dark room

i bet it feels good to be an underwater plant just swaying in sync with the flow of water

i’m like a clown that no one hired or pays

we used to get christmas episodes of television. halloween episodes. valentines. we used to get television that felt like part of your life. like it was happening alongside your life. now we mostly get 8 episodes dropping all at once every two years and they don't have time for any of that. i miss characters living alongside us

got a crick in my neck and a frog in my throat and a chip on my shoulder and a stick up my ass and now you're gonna stand there puttin words in my mouth? haven't I been through enough?

tumblr is like an abandoned space station & you all are the thing in the vents

not me though. im girl with tanktop

i’m pretty calm and understanding but if i say “please don’t touch me” and you proceed to purposefully touch me, natural instinct will kick in and the large raptor which operates this machine will bite your fucking hand off

Like. Look. Listen. I have taught introductory quantum physics at a university level, and I need you all to incorporate this into your trans advocacy: There are situations where you need to make a decision to prioritize being comprehensible to your target audience above being The Most Unassailably Correct.

You can try to teach a toddler about germ theory or you can get them to wash their hands because "yucky"

just visited the village witch and she restocked my herbs. we are so back. manifesting a smoke sesh with the court jester

sweatpants and tanktop is the lingerie of the proletariat