ICE "Agents"/Nazis should not feel safe

my writing ability currently feels on par with that of like…. a seven year old. i’m just writing one sentence. then another sentence. subject verb object, dependent clause period. do any of them relate? unclear. that is for god to decide. i certainly can’t.

the url makes this so much funnier 

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I should try a cartwheel

just woke up on the floor. what happened

autism is so cool man. i can say something innocuous and completely true at work, like 'mackerel is a top tier fish', and people get giggly and tell me I'm so funny. what's funny about a nice firm fish with a subtle, almost earthy flavor? not sure. but people are offering me other objects and I can tell them if they're top tier or not. very fun.

There’s something so uniquely terrifying about memory issues. I feel like my self is slipping away from me.

Hey, reblog this version instead, please!

no sorry i dont really use instagram, i can contact you via ouija board, spirit box, fluctuations in temperature, flickering lights, and certain rituals. i am also on tumblr.

This works as a metaphor for children but also it works perfectly well when played totally straight because horse people are actually like this

it literally took me three solid readings through this to realize that it wasn’t necessarily about horse people, because they are exactly like this

Very neat that oysters create pearls as a defense against irritants, but also sad that the pearl is just… stuck in them forever

What about Homestuck.

Homestucks aren’t sorry.

Children born when this post was made will be in the sixth grade this year

Children born when this post was made are now allowed to create a tumblr account.

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

Heart eyes

Whats wrong, you barely touched your pellets

I need a mix of wet and dry food.

What the fuck. You talk?

it’s 2014 it’s time we moved on as a nation and stop reblogging this

every person who reblogs this in 2015 is gonna get their ass kicked by yours truly

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