Please money marge, send me a job callback

What's the point of the un, the geneva conventions, international law, etc if we see a genocide happening in front of our eyes but nothing is done to stop it.

This deserves a reblog!

That last one is very helpful

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

Bet you didn’t think a cute little baby goat like me, resting beneath a black walnut tree to escape the summer heat, would be proficient in Microsoft Excel, did you. Bet you didn’t expect me to know how optimize a spreadsheet by implementing conditional formatting rules huh. Bet you took one look at me and thought “no way this kid knows how to use the VLOOKUP function.” Well guess what, I do. I know a diverse array of useful formulas and my body is capable of digesting poison ivy. I eat that shit like potato chips. Get the fuck out of my paddock

“did you check the weather” girl its literally march. you cannot predict the weather in any way that matters.

i am a lover. but underneath that i'm a hater. and then underneath that i'm a lover again

sometimes you just need to succumb to the whimsical urge to sit on an elevated surface high enough that your feet can't touch the ground and kick your legs back and forth aimlessly