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A tiny journal-ish gif-comic from a few tweets I made last night!  I believed this kind of stuff until I was 14 or so, which is pretty old in retrospect…

There used to be more but I accidentally saved over it :/

Doesn’t that look beautiful?

Like something you’d find on one of those soft/nature blogs?

Well you are in for a surprise

The Bolton Strid in England is one of the most innocent looking streams. 

Though it looks like you could just hop across the rocks, but if you miss you will die for sure. It packs very rapid currents just a couple of feet below its surface. No one really knows how deep it really is. Nobody who has ever fallen into the Strid has survived. It has a 100% fatality rate.

@keithvkogane unfortunately it’s the same term in france

my dad got a kick out of my horror - he actually thinks the word is really funny (in his words: “j’adore ça”)

it’s just interesting that french is thought of as this beautiful romantic language, the “language of love,” and then it has words like “lait de poule”

never in my LIFE have i hated something as much as i hate the french term for eggnog

i have one or two passwords for everything if you figured them out you could probably take over my life

Tfw u have regrets & they might even be small but they suddenly overwhelm you and depression comes in full force

Such an inconvenience

but hey, I’ve got 358 other days in the year to take over the world, so I guess I can wait a week 

@ all ace and ace-spec people:

This is an important memo, please read!

Due to asexual awareness week starting today, you will lose your invisibility for the rest of this week! It is highly recommended that you postpone all sneaking into cinemas, smuggling dragons out of Hogwarts and general world domination plans (that rely on invisibility) until next week (or use an invisibility cloak instead).

Have a nice week!

all hail the mighty stomp dog

this is stomp dog it shows up to stomp away sadness

I’m so proud of my bi son

Birthday highlights 2

Just now, one of my best friends from high school offered that when I come up to visit him (as he’s now a reasonable driving distance away), he can get take me to a party, get me drunk and hook me up with a guy (his version of “fun”, except with girls, straight boy that he is) to cure me from my depression (cure for depression = booze, sex, & fun).