The folly of my haste mercilessly clear

*walking into the morgue to find body parts scattered across the floor* oh my god who closed last night

ahaha you sly dog! you bastard! [getting a little too comfortable] you wretched fucking animal

I consigned my taxidermy!!! I feel so crazy for it.

!!!! I sold my first piece!!!!

Not now, kitten, m- da- m- your parental figure is in the middle of a gender crisis

our idiotic ancestors used to believe stuff that's not true but luckily we've now figured out all the true things to believe in

this is so sad he doesn’t even know there’s a double barreled shotgun pointed at him

Pacific spiny lumpsucker (Eumicrotremus orbis)

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling