HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSSHSHSHAHS I Just Had A Need Dream About Murder And In Awake Again

Anyways, I was right.

I'm not googling this just to prove you wrong, Im googling this because you mentioned a topic I'm very interested in

any one else see an ad,

fully acknowledge that it is, infact, an ad,

scroll past the ad,

and then go, "but what if that wasn't an ad"

To which you proceed to scroll back up skim the ad and just

"IT WAS AN AD! :D"

I don't have a time machine but there are some kids who I walk with (we walk along the same path when going home) and I make sure they know I'm listening. There's one who's voice echos off buildings, and she's reminds me of myself a lot. I hope no one destroys that spirit of hers, you do your best kid.

christ sometimes I just wanna. steal a time machine & go back & sit down next to my 9-year-old self and just like. let them pull out their pokemon card binder & gush about their holographic gyarados or whatever. I'd just smile & ask questions about motherfukcing bulbasaur & tell my kid self that I thought they were a neat person, & someday they'd find other people who thought so too.

like i'm a grown adult who honestly finds most kids stuff boring, but. damn if i could go back & hang out with my baby self & listen to them ramble...just so they knew someone was listening. i would in a heartbeat. thinking about u kid

Gorgeous coloration on these fossilized gar fish scales.

My goal in life is to have one post blow up and when people look at my profile to see more of this mastery, they are throughly disappointed.

Just realized I could post my slightly terrible poetry on here

I could say some aesthetically academic but then again I just spend a few minutes arranging scarbble letters in the vintage store to say "be gay do crime" and told the lady that there were no Ms left, then I stuck a foot long sub in my coat pocket whilst singing union songs so I think I lost that privilege

My brother made some soup today and as I started eating, it tasted very bland. He poured his soup and then left the room, so I added some salt to mine. and, yup. Much better, so I added salt to his bowl. And then added salt to the pot of soup.

I think I just older brothered my older brother

Me getting really emotional whenever someone correctly genders me is one of the most pitiful things that I've ever seen. Me getting all happy and excited/really sappy is really sad because I'm like a beggar on the street looking for some spare gender euphoria when someone calls me anything I can associate to masculinity in the slightest.

I work at a library now