bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.
imagine being a bird watching hot ones. you'd be like "wtf is 'hot sauce,' peppers don't do that" bc you don't have the neural receptors that cause a burning sensation if your tissues come in contact with capsaicin; you can stick your whole head in a ghost pepper no problem, so you'd think, wow these bald apes are full of shit they are faking a whole big physiological response to normal food for entertainment. weird. and then you'd be like wait, what are they eating? what are they eating?
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do you ever say something and then think "wow this isnt even a bit. im just like this"
my blog is a safe space for me. the rest of you are in danger i think
I wanna talk about the weird Holly Black Vampire Pandemic Book, please. Can I please just talk about the road trip with vampires and a weirdo guy, please? He was such a little weirdo and they tried to put him in skinny hot boy jeans and he was still so deeply freaky, I loved it.
does it ever get better? has it gotten better? will it get better? when will it get better?
Two Women Kissing in Nature (b. 1859)
— by Georges Rochegrosse