I Very Much Buy Into The Headcanon That The Doctor's Sexual Orientation Changes With Regeneration But

Rerailing this post to say that my government textbook smells like the old Garfield compilations I used to read again and again

your scent processing being so close to memory in your brain is insane sometimes you step outside and take a whiff and go "ah, it smells like playing pokemon emerald in my third grade afterschool program in the crisp september of 2006"

mama mia here we go again (this is insanely fun)

how is it mario day and no one posted the essay

portal coffee shop au but glados is a vindictive keurig

Dogs are a deeply alienated and people pleasing trans person's best friend 🐾

"everybody hates me" factoid actually just a statistical error. The average person doesn't hate you, especially not your friends. You, a person who sits in your room experiencing self loathing every day, are an outlier adn should not have been counted.

The prey has to love the predator right? The fear of death is there, but your entire purpose is to survive them and keep living. Your body is shaped to tense at the first sign of the tiger in the grass. Your mind fills with lightning when you hear a branch snap in the trees. When the specter of claw and teeth breaks from hiding your limbs know the chase. This is a dance that lives in your hot, pounding blood. This is your purpose. You don't always win the chase, but this too is your purpose. The deer must love the wolf I think, and love it the most when the teeth close around the throat. Carried down to the steaming gore painted grass like a lover to a marriage bed. And the wolf loves you.

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