I Was Walking Through The Toy Aisle At Target When I Found This Thing And Had A VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE

i can not overstate the importance of realizing that it is never too late. if you like a sport but youre scared to try it because you havent been in it since you were six or something like you think everyone else is, still do it. same with art or music or cooking or any other skill that takes practice and time because the time that these skill take isnt specific. you dont need to hit certain milestones at certain ages if you just want a cool hobby or community or anything like that. anyways just do the thing i love you go to the thing now

I love visiting people who have some kind of pet reptile because they're always like "would you like to hold the reptile" and I'm like "of course I would" and then the rest of the conversation happens with me just holding a random reptile and the reptile Has No Feelings about the situation. They always just sit there, probably vaguely wishing to return to their heat lamp but clearly exuding an energy of This Might As Well Happen. and then I put it back in its enclosure and go home and the reptile very clearly has no strong feelings about the situation.

blacephalon because its a clown that explodes

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i adore this is all

Soulmates as a horror concept.

You WILL love this person. It doesn't matter who you loved before; any feelings you had, any promises you made, they will become inconsequential as soon as you lock eyes with the stranger Fate has picked for you.

There's no way to stop it.

There's no way to say "no."

You will meet someone and with a single glance, both of you will become someone new, someone who's now bound to this stranger whether you like it or not, want it or not.

Trapped in a dance together until the day you die.

THERE'S A HOLE ON OUR ROOF

identity fraud is not a joke, lesbianism

I took a 6yo boy to his placement and as soon as I got him situated in the back he saw my SpongeBob driver’s license air freshener hanging on my rearview mirror. He asked if that’s really SpongeBob’s driver’s license and I said yeah it’s real. Then he asked where I got it if SpongeBob’s underwater so I told him I wore a helmet like Sandy and stole it from SpongeBob when he slept, and without missing a beat he goes “That’s identity fraud”

idk if i already posted about this but. fraggle rock. doozertubes. theyre why i want to eat glass. any time i see any thin glass anything a little gay coded evil muppet in the back of my brain tells me to eat it and honestly who am i to disobey him?

Siegfried (1921) by Thomas Theodor Heine | The Cat on the Pillow (19th century) by Adolf von Becker

hm.