one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

there's like a thousand ways for a shower to work and you wouldn't even imagine half of them until you have to take a shower at a new place

Everyone envies me for my shrimp lighter

friend who went to bed is a type of dead wife

can i say something

tumblr mutuals will truly be obsessed with anyone. there is a guy out there with 1 fan worldwide and that fan is your tumblr mutual

i miss u so much (pre ai internet)

I saw a post that was like “now that gooseworx was banned from tumblr I never wanna hear about “transandrophobia” from you bitches ever again” and I completely agree that tumblr is hugely transmisogynistic towards its transfem userbase and it is genuinely abhorrant that trans women are being targeted like this but hey quick question because I know you’re referring to trans men and mascs here: why’d you call us bitches?