I've since recovered from being a fan of Tarkov, but it was hilarious that after getting two legs broken, the game would let you dry swallow one (1) ibuprofen and immediately be able to sprint.

It does that in real life too

just took an edible and my mind expanded big enough that i have found out how to fix and change my mom

folks, it turns out she cannot be saved, and actually, should be damned to hell

that's just how it is with mothers

i appreciate the amount of people reblogging this despite me not really tagging this at all. im glad many of people feel the same anger i do.

first thing id do as a skeleton is drink red wine from a goblet and have it spill out everywhere . second thing id do is play my ribs like a xylophone

mutual on my left trying to get pregnant. mutual on my right starts high school next year. and me i have done some of the dishes

just a reminder to my new followers that if were ever able to cross the explanatory gap and share our color perception qualia with each other, proving finally that we all do see colors differently, my red is real as shit and youve been seeing crap fake red. so come to terms with your shit fake red while it lasts

i wasnt finished yet

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I've realized recently that every time I'm asked for socials my response is sorta "oh i don't have twitter" "I'm not on Instagram much" "i uninstalled TikTok a few months ago" and this has led people into believing I'm just someone who doesn't do social media but in reality you can find me in here lets get it on cunts monday through shawty like a melody sunday, 9am to 12am, posting blorbo.

I was going to be like "well that certainly was not true cause you deactivated" and then I looked at the blog and. that's literally my old blog.