My Escape from Reality

the worst part of any kitchen is that one lower cabinet that’s just a terrifying precarious loud pile of baking pans

y’all weren’t supposed to see this hold on

y’all better stop reblogging the post aint done yet

SHOW US THE BIRD

hold on , i am lookin ,

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This bird picture far exceeded my expectations well done I love it.

no offense but…..i’m tired of like……………not being stunningly beautiful

I was cursed with a passion for musical theatre, but the inability to sing

I find comfort in knowing that people who I’ve cut out of my life are left with this version of me that simply doesn’t exist anymore. The memory and image of me that they have isnt who I am, and I’m happy that it’s that way. I’ve changed and grown and they wont ever get the chance to know the better version of myself that I’ve become during their absence.

I get pregnant, throw a “gender reveal” party, cut open the cake to reveal a landslide of green m&ms. “what does green mean??” my relatives ask, scandalized. in their confusion, they fail to notice that the doors have been barred. they are now my captive audience. “settle in, folks,” I say, “it’s time for gender theory 101. I have slides.”

3 cyborg dogs investigate a strange ocean dog

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