im grumpy

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I keep choking on this monster. Its getting a little annoying honestly

for my 24th birthday babo and i took our first road trip together in years to savannah. despite spending my entire existence in the state of georgia, i somehow had never been.

we met goats, cows, emus, llamas, and miniature donkeys at a gas station petting zoo on the way. jumped in the atlantic ocean and froze our asses off. hunted for seashells. explored savannah, got lost, took tequila shots at pinky master’s, got lost again. witnessed a dodge charger hit another car and fly six feet in the air before somehow driving off. accidentally convinced countless locals that we were in a cult while trying to find the lodge of sorrows. and saw wednesday on a thursday.

on friday we explored savannah some more, found bacon-egg-and-cheese bagels and coffee that were somehow the temperature of the surface of the sun and never cooled down, saw the grave of america’s foremost painter of miniatures, and walked along the savannah river.

i’ve had a lot of shitty birthdays for a myriad of reasons but this was a really good one

YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT THE OPPENHEIMER BITCH IS A GUY???? I THOUGHT IT WAS A MIDDLE AGE BUTCH LADY WHAT THE FUCK-

{the shadow} (raft-hourglass-3) (i-k-was) or this may sound like gibberish but i think i'm in a seriocomic slipstream space opera without the space

in hundreds of throws, i've never drawn the shadow. i don't think i want to put words to this one. i am just going to let it stew

this week, i bagged my first dead metaphor, cliffhanger. i'm having it mounted at the local taxitropist for eventual display above my mantel

i keep thinking about the seventy-nine cent black pepper noodles i got at dekalb farmers market

i wish i could get video of boba when she decides it is too cold to inspect the porch on any given morning. it's a sniff-squint-headshake gesture that makes me resent all of the words that mug and bog and slurry my thoughts

she is not alone, to be sure, but the exuberant blossoming of my christmas cactus, clarice, does make me feel like i might be an okay person after all

i bought myself early solstice presents last week: a new pink k-42 paint marker, new earbuds, and a grippy new pair of trail shoes to attack the winter

I READ THE NEW ISSUE KIT IS BACK!!!! YES!!!!!! I NEED MORE KIT!!!

anywyaysss this is my idea for adult kit or teen kit idk

I could post anything with the word yugioh in it and you degenerates would reblog it

jesus fucking christ what the fuck

BROKE. UGLY ASS. VAMPIRE

I'M NOT FLAGGED ANYMORE YIPPIE FUCK YOU TUMBLR I CAN POST MY SHIT NOW

what was i thinking doing this for a worksheet and why did i do it with a pdf editor

please help. i think my mother is lying to me

directly from the og saw script. actually getting sick over this. he can't handle this alone. he needs him no matter what. they cant fuckingw rite this shit and expect me to survive

GODDD WHAT THE FUCK HOW DARE THEY JUST FUCKING SAY THAT OG MY GOF. HE NEEDS HIS CALM COLLECTED DOCTOR. H I S DOCTOR. DESPITE HOW HES TREATED HIM NO MATTER HOW HES TREATED HIM. HIS DOCTOR. HOLY SHIT SHUT UP I NEED TO PUNCH THEM. HE CANT HANDLE THIS ALONE HE CANT BE ALONE HE NEEDS HIS LAWRENCE GAAARRGUHF

okay i said i was going to wait for my big post but i just had to read this:

"Around her head a swarm of gnats was dancing, radiant in the sun and hovering over her like an aureole."

and i am. losing it. absolutely losing it. screaming crying throwing up over this in ways that i don't know how to explain

there used to be so many of us or i have been found wanting