i love that if me and mads ever have a friends divorces i get the sonic the hedgehog skateboard from walmart and she gets ali. i think that’s really funny
i remember boarding the plane that they told me to. they told me it would be the safest way to evacuate from the bombings. they did not say it directly to me, but it is amazing what one can hear if they try. i did not think they would have put me on a faulty plane, but it crashed on a small island in a place that i do not know. my father took me on vacations when i was a little girl to islands like this one.
i have not seen anyone else yet, i am sure there have to be survivors on this island. i don’t remember much about going down, just the fire and the smoke. i’m not even sure of how i survived.
the only things that have survived with me are a needle my mother gave me and a match from my father. i doubt it works. water seems to have ruined it. i should get up and find shelter, and help if i can. i hope an adult survived, i’m not sure i know what to do without them.
lol the person who glip is emailing called them out on posting mistmatch to the purplekecleon tumblr (A tumblr that is, in fact, not marked NSFW) with an archive
Glip why do you think that it’s okay to lie in the face of an archive? Do you think us to be that fucking stupid? It does not matter if your blogs were split if you were still advertising and outright posting your porn on your ‘SFW’ blogs.
“i didn’t know my audience” is a fucking shitty excuse you’re making in retrospect. Grow the fuck up Glip and take some accountability
I love it when people use "shrimp" to mean "beyond the human range". like "shrimp colors" but applied to other things. "shrimp emotions" "shrimp sounds" "shrimp morality", as if shrimp are living some kind of transcendent existence that humans can never comprehend
"This person has a secret onlyfans!" "This artist does NSFW commissions!" "This author writes porn on the side!" I cannot begin to tell you how swag and awesome that is.
i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.