Worst part of the Halloween season by far is putting the fentanyl and razor blades in the Snickers. It's so much work and I feel like the kids never even notice anyway. Not sure I'll even bother this year.
my kitty cat was wandering around going
'mrrph?" so i was like "in here!" he goes
"mrrph!" shoves open my bedroom door with his big round head and FLOPS on me. as in hard enough that he made a little "oof" noise when he did it. followed by a category five purring event. there's good in this world mr frodo etc
a popular headcanon that I have simply accepted as canon: arthur pike is autistic and uncle shane is his favorite person coz he just gets him For Some Reason
this morning I’m walking back from class. a group of teenage boys are behind me. “ask him ask him”. snickering one of these delinquents whines “excuse me excuse me, who did you lose your virginity to?” the speed of the “your mum” that left my mouth will be studied for generations
“You don’t seem like you have ADHD” thank you I have spent approximately 30 years developing an elaborate system of severe anxiety and self-punishment to achieve this result.