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need to enter cave and scream.

fun fact! these cars are actually stimming! (they're actually something similar to the way some of us roll onto the balls of our feet!) some of these cars might just be doing it for fun or by habit, but unfortunately some are under a lot of stress. imagine if YOUR legs were stuck in sand!

goast? 😨 a goast? 😨 nuh uh 😡

"west coast best coast" um. east coast weast coast LOL

https://youtube.com/c/BDylanHollis they have a YouTube channel! You can find their insta and TikTok there, too, if that's what you prefer.

That skinny blond dude who looks like pre-serum Captain America and makes those questionable vintage recipies with completely needless amounts of high-energy theatrics is the blue cheese of people. Either you'll never get bored of it or you're sick of it at the sight fo him.

I personally enjoy them every time, but the one time I showed one vid to my boyfriend (the valentine's day cream pie one), I could see it in his eyes that these really were 55 seconds out of his life that he's never going to get back.

as a man, this is false. we will see the mice and not even ask.

men b like wow I’ve never met a girl who liked music before..

So... Found this looking for my pfp

Relatable

[ID: an ai-generated inspirational quote saying "holy crap! Here comes time!" The background is a faded picture of a small bouquet of roses. End ID]

wrote a poem at school today (not for anything, just had spare time), and like... i think it actually kinda (emphasis on kinda) goes hard. also this is probably going to be the best poem I ever write.

Knife

By Max J.

A knife;

Flailing,

Heart racing.

Stab,

The blood flowing,

Tears showing

Signs of pain and grief.

Assign the finder’s keep.

Major creep;

Love their God and hate their kids.

Flip the lid,

Filling them with hating id;

Hating kid.

Fainting fight,

Fading light,

down a flight of stairs of painted fright.

Message and Statement

 This poem is NOT about any abusive experiences I may have had (I have not had any, anyways), but instead it is about the massive amount of queerphobia in the world and how so much of it is from religion. The last few lines are about how it will be very hard to ever really “end” (though “marginalize” would be a better word) queerphobia. (also, it was stream-of-consciousness style so half of this message is bs. but whatever.) (also also, feel free to use this in any projects where you need to use bits of poems or analyse a poem or whatever, i think that’d be rad. (also also also, tell me, it would make my day))

Reblogging again because I forgot to get gud at art until now

anyone please ask your crush out like this

i am a tiny rat pacing in his cage with not nearly enough enrichment.

Guess who stayed up until almost midnight drawing a comic based on a joke my friend made... Probably at least one other person, but yes!! Me! (Note, dude in armor is they/them)

[ID: a four panel comic strip. Panel 1: a person in armor and a wizard with cat ears are walking. The person in armor says "I miss my horse..." Panel 2: the wizard's eyes widen like a cat's, and there is text above her saying (The Wiz sees something). Panel 3: a donkey is shown lying on the ground, with crosses on its eyes to show that it is dead. Panel 4: a close-up of the armored person's face. They are missing their hair, and look much older. There is text on the bottom saying "dead ass?". End ID.]