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girl unhinge ur jaw

UNCLENCH. I MEANT UNCLENCH

I need my weird alone time or I will explode

i have [gestures vaguely] my tendencies

sorry for the delay in responding to your message. I was walking around the house with unclear intentions

Mamma mia 🥺

I mean surely we all grew up feeling like there was a wrongness inherently deep inside us that will endure for the rest of our lives

do not go gentle into that good night

be a bit of a bitch about it

it's actually sick you get tired of eating the same food over and over when some animals they just eat grass all day mind you. just another pointless challenge mechanic added in by big universe to get you to go to the grocery store

Was literally thinking about this when I gave the rabbits their breakfast, the same dry pellets they get twice a day every day, and they were so hyped for it, as they always are. Why can't I have that where are my pellets #mypellets

i think it's nice that people write books and it's possible to read them. often through the public library system

“don’t take it personally” how would you like me to take it then? professionally? romantically? academically?

I think people would be less suicidal if they were allowed to talk about being suicidal without risk of being sent to the Torture Dungeon

idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little

Alternatively: it's not killing the mood at all but it's totally making both of them giggle like they're twelve and possibly get lowkey competitive in a subconscious way about who has the most to drop.

...Oh

It’s not that there’s already a bunch of weapons hidden underneath the sink that makes it awkward so much as that there’s so many weapons hidden underneath the sink that they fall out of the cabinet with the unmistakable sound of a knife-alanche, and then the other person comes in like “I can explain!” and you’re just dead-ass standing there with your own armload of weapons like “I can also explain.”

Married version is shoving your hand in your partner’s clothes when you’re out of weapons because you KNOW where their spare is.  Or wearing a weapon in a spot you can’t draw from yourself because its now spare storage for your spouse’s weapons.

Every single one of you is a genius