I Don't Know What I'm Doing

good luggage goes in the fun bubble

the staccato trumpet trills from the end of TANK! but they just keep going

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holy shit i am in tears

the second 'o' in "zoologist" is putting in heavy duty work. girl is working two jobs

i bet it feels good as fuck to intend to do something and then actually do it

some days i feel overwhelming grief for the fact that i never got to be a teenaged girl

i should have been an awkward tomboy slowly figuring out she's a lesbain and crushing on my best friend but instead i was crushed into nothing by feelings i couldn't even point to

it's so fucking unfair

cloth gown gridlock

it’s rotten work. to me if it’s me.

Happy pride!

its terrible for any number of reasons, but i think if we invent immortality there should be an extreme sport called civilizational speedrunning where teams of 20 go into the wilderness somewhere and try and be the fastest build the first internal combustion engine. i bet you could get it down to like 3 years tops

The real trick is to eat seed heavy food before the speedrun starts so your first poops are halfway to agriculture already

i want you on my team holy shit