I Hauve A Cold

mr sandman was playing in this gas station and the cashier and i both sang “man me a sand” at the same fucking time without hesitation

I wasn’t crazy about this piece so I wasn’t intending on publicly posting it again, but it keeps getting stolen every five minutes so I figured I’d put it here so people at least know who to attribute the original thing to lmao

[Digital illustration, Procreate App, 2020]

if 3 bitches named molly were in a polycule would it be a molecule sorry

[9:38 PM]

crazy how portal 1 released on world mental health day

I just had a long conversation about stuffed animals with my boyfriend, and I got to thinking about how I feel about my own stuffed animals. The very oldest of them are two bears, two rabbits, and a cat. I got them at seperate times before I turned 6. They're all worn, faded, and some threads have come out, but they have the most love put into them of any stuffed animals I've had. I had carried each of them everywhere for a time, and I'm still extremely protective of them.

My partner's mother took a large amount of his stuffed animals and trashed them, the horrible woman. Every single one that she considered worn, old, or dirty, was simply thrown in the garbage. She trashed almost all of his oldest stuffed animals, including his favorites. I gave him one of my bears- roger- as a gift, and that was really hard. I can only imagine what he feels about losing all of his.

I think almost all our stuff can be viewed through the lens of: wear = love, stuffed animals especially so. They're made to be loved, they're made to cuddle, they're made to comfort. I don't think his mother meant to hurt him, she just saw them as gross, but viewing something damaged as less worthy of the love it was made for is just cruel.

Can I take the Chicago rat hole estrogen

I was a godless heathen given neither rack nor humor

I gave myself both with the power of drugs

god gave me great tits to distract everyone from all the stupid shit that comes out of my mouth

A psychic link between people, but there's a communication issue between people who think narratively in words, and people who don't. Like one of them is like "huh so you really think in abstract wordless vibes and visions, like my dog?" and the other one is like "girl can you shut up? I don't care about what you're planning for lunch, I- what do you mean you're talking to yourself? Inside your own fucking head??"

I love maned wolves!! They look so spindley and feminine but the sound they make is a straight up roar. I feel like they kinda suit transfems almost? At least they do for me. Their bark is so abnormally deep and frightening- like my own voice. It feels out of place for their bodies and it feels out of place in mine. I want a maned wolf plushie.

Shoutout to the maned wolf, which is technically neither wolf nor fox but has its own genus called Chrysocyon! Why -

why are your legs so long?

I mean, intellectually, I understand that it’s because you live in grasslands and have evolved to be able to see over the grass, but emotionally… why? Are they?? Like that??? Surely there was a way to make your body more cohesive and proportional-looking?

So glad tnc invented lesbians

from the corners of her many eyes

myth posting. thank you for inventing lesbians @narcissistcookbook