y’all ever think abt how death the kid is like,,,, the character. ever. he’s a skateboarding emo teenager. he’s the literal son of death himself. he cries over being yelled at. he brought down an entire pyramid. he was showing off his sick skateboarding tricks because of a wicked hill in a desert and responded to someone saying he shouldn’t be showing off by replying, “look, another one. this one’s a no hander!” he loves his friends dearly and would do anything for them. he kicked a puppy because its eyelashes weren’t symmetrical.
the trolley problem vs. systemic oppression: a comic.
I have no
Are fedoras really that bad?
YES YES THEY ARE
Its the doc! The blank document steals the ideas from. Your brain!!!! If you want to keep your ideas,, do NOT look at the doc when you open it, look STRAIGHT* AT THE KEYBOARD and write the first words to pop into your head! Once the document isn't empty it, takes away its evil power over you
do you ever just … picture a whole scene, a whole fanfiction in your head, you know how to place every single word of the english dictionary that you need (or your language dictionary), you know how to structure your sentences, you know just what your characters are going to say to each other and then… and then you just open microsoft word.
I actually can't stop thinking about how the losing party last election dressed like vikings and tried to break into the white house and the losing party this election are sharing suicide prevention hotlines
over-psychoanalyzing blorbos is healthy and needed enrichment for the girlies in order to avoid over-psychoanalyzing themselves. like giving a dog a chew toy in order to redirect chewing on its hind legs
My 19 year old ass, also deeply in denial: I wanna be fem in a gay way lol wat no I'm not trans why would I be?
Fifteen year old me, deeply in denial: Im sure all girls wanna look like that
That:
every time you see a headline like this
I want you to remember these ones
The Fanders with litterally all of the sander sides.
Taking Creative Liberties ✏️
God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e. everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time. Credit to Teaableu for my icon!!!!!!!
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