yes this is hanib

ive said it before and ill say it again: astrological signs, meyers briggs, uquiz tests; all fake bullshit that have nothing to do with someones personality. but the instrument you played in highschool band/orchestra? that shit’s realer than math. youre branded for life. i may not be able to guess which instrument you played but as soon as you tell me itll IMMEDIATELY make sense

Hes footworkin on that bitch

all writhe for the honorable judge Worm

when i was in middle school nickelodeon on directv broke and it froze on the same frame for five hours. which would not have been so bad, except it was during the episode of spongebob where he goes to live with the jellyfish. specifically the scene where he’s naked and covered in sea urchins and flopping all over the place trying to get them off. and it froze on the frame where spongebob was facedown on the ground, naked. so he was laying there like that in complete silence for five hours. we would change the channel back every so often to see if he’d gotten up, but he was still like that when we went to bed. none of my friends had directv so when i asked them the next day they hadn’t seen it, but my brother and i were pretty convinced that spongebob was dead.

Go girl, give us everything

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this. There’s so much going on here. I genuinely love the conception of gender as mystic autodeism. Gender as divine microcosm. Gender as Great Work. It’s gnostic, it’s alchemical, it’s got notes of bacchanalian worship of the body and the inherent magic of self-discovery. This but unironically.