blica frita com molho de naião

me putting the little tag back on the bread bag

hey it's me the dog that loses. bet on me

ok honestly at this point i think it's probably for your own good that i advise you to stop betting on me. i'm literally called the dog that loses. the race is rigged. i am predetermined to lose every single time.

hi so yeah im trying to find the hotel california and i know i have to take the highway to hell but i accidentally turned left onto the boulevard of broken dreams. i took the first hard right onto the rocky road to dublin cuz i thought it would loop back around but it didnt lol and i know im waaaaaay off course bc i just drove by the house of the rising sun haha. so how many miles until i get to the hotel

500 MILES?!?!?!

Even in left wing circles it’s literally like pulling teeth trying to get people to take misogyny seriously as a real problem that is killing women and ruining their lives everywhere all the time and not like a haha silly 1950s problem we just make jokes about now

Using this as a spell to keep tumblr alive at least until this post is accurate

i feel like there is a sleep in me that needs to be slept but each time i sleep i don't sleep that sleep

notice how it's "with mama" and not "with papa". even in a fake cutesy tumblr scenario, she took the fucking kids. <- what I imagine i'd be posting as a divorced dad on tumblr

the summer of saying hi

the next round of hi's are on me