MUTUALS . EVERYONE GET IN .

well, you see, the thing is: (instead of finishing my sentence i curl up comfortably in bed and go to sleep

march 7th and blue poison

having mutuals who i think are really cool and get like. starstruck when they interact with me. is so weird. like why am i reacting like this. we’re literally both on tumblr

i’m like a baby clown sitting in a circus honking my little nose and then sometimes a REALLY COOL CLOWN who has inspired me in my own clownery and who i bother regularly in hopes of friendship sits down and claps as i honk my stupid little clown nose. but the thing is that we’re still both clowns in the same circus

they don’t know that the day after i made this post i doodled a cute little tiny clown and named her bitsy and replaced the original post with that doodle…

i know this is very specific but i want to extend my love to people who can’t keep things clean. people who struggle with hoarding disorder, people who fear they might one day if someone does not keep them in check, people who don’t understand why this is so hard for them. people who take multiple exhausting days to clean their rooms, people whose rooms and houses are so dirty they catch a cold after trying to clean, people who can’t finish cleaning. people who have struggled since childhood to keep things clean and organized, people for whom this problem developed later, people who have only recently began to struggle. people who have cried so many tears, suffered so much cruelty and yelling from other people, struggled with shame so strong they can’t invite people over. i love each and every one of you. i promise that you are not alone, because i am the same as you. we’ll get through it. i promise we will

To my readers:

If your comment is long and rambling and full of quotes you enjoyed, I will love it.

If your comment is full of story related questions, I will love it.

If your comment is a single sentence, I will love it.

If your comment is a single emoji, or a string of them, I will love it.

If you comment, I will love it. It's that simple.

Gender affirming surgery of cute little paws

reblog to give a plushie to the person you reblogged this from

starving

アークナイツ / インディゴ

Okay so I'm a security guard, right

And part of why I like my job is cause I'm pretty good at deescalating conflicts without violence or police involvement

And that *might* be because my primary coping mechanism for stress is humor, and if the guy in the uniform isn't stressed out, usually nobody else is either

But anyhow today I witnessed a crime, which 911 had already been called for

And I'm telling the guy, you know, as he's running away, that nobody's gonna touch him, we don't do that here, I don't have any weapons and he can totally walk on out if he wants to

And he gives me this 'go-fuck-yourself" type answer, right? As you do

And I fucking

I fucking. Start danCING

I DONT KNOW WHY

I WAS JUST LIKE "aight guess I'll go fuck myself then, cheerio" AND START FUCKING DANCING

LIKE MY BRAIN WAS LIKE "Cool not being attacked, gotta keep the witnessed calm, gotta stay chill and breezy" AND THE PHYSICAL RESPONSE FOR THAT WAS TO SYART DOING THIS SASSY FUCKING JIG

I DIDNT EVEN REALIZR I WAS FDOUNG IT UNTIL SOMEONE POIU TED IT OUT AFTER

and it all ended fine and the dude is in custody and I get a call from my boss like "Yeah we're gonna need to send footage to police"

AND

FUCKING

THIS IS GOING TO BE SHOWN IN COURT SOMEWHERE

IM DOUNG A SRUPID LITTLE DANCE ON CAMERA AS THIS GUY LOSES HIS MIND AND ITS GONNA BE ON COURT SOMEWHERW

THIS IS THE STUPIDEST FUCKING THING IVE WVER DONE

I HATE MYSELFD

The Panic Dance - Ghost Trick (2010)

FUCK

the humble "like" is oft mocked despite what it does for us. "like, three people" is a vastly different statement from "three people". "and i was like 'what the fuck'" is vastly different from "and i said 'what the fuck'". i love you "like" and anyone who says you make people sound stupid will be killed on sight

When I was young we had this little blue Toyota truck. It was an absolute piece of shit, but it stayed in the family for ages.

It was really easy to steal and consequently got stolen several times. We always got it back though. Anyone could’ve stolen it, really. With no car jacking experience necessary anyone could drive off in it. Even you. This truck was like an excessively friendly lab, it would go home with anyone.

Foremost in ease of theft, neither door locked. But second and only slightly less easy: the truck would accept anything as a key.

My dad kept a loose saw blade on the dash to use as a key. The first time I saw him do it I was horrified that instead of a key the ignition answered to a loose bit of a power tool.

When my dad saw my expression he held up the saw blade and made an attempt to connect with the youth.

He said, “Look! It’s the keyblade!”