the longer i sit here, the more moves i have in Triple Town.
and the better chances i have of beating Matt’s high score.
IT’S ON MOTHERFUCKER
December 2011
114 posts
hey, i see your new background. did you make that beauty? btw, my phone has recently met its death, so i hope you haven't been trying to reach me that way. i do hope you've been trying to reach me though. i miss you. :3
I did make that beauty! LIKE A BAUS. And yes, I’ve been textin’. Mostly commentaries on culture shock.
Somebody PLEASE Tell me this is a Joke →
checkmateatheists.tumblr.com
no honey. it isnt a joke… thats the sad part
Definitely a joke, guys. The images occur in streaks organized by the logical fallacy they commit- there are a few in a row that beg the question, a few in a row that have specious special exceptions, et cetera.
Fat people problems:
Being unable to convince people that no, this shirt is too large on me.
I wouldn’t quite call it a panic attack, but I legit get a little short of breath when people eagerly assure me, against all evidence, that “it fits so well on you!”
A pro-ana person reblogged my little scrap of a fairy tale, then deleted the post.
I don’t know why they did that, unless their intent was to creep me the fuck out. Aaagh, fucking pro-ana pro-mia bullshit. I feel like I have to go take a shower.
One vises with a vice, wreathes with a wreath, breathes a breath, teethes with teeth, lives a life...
Somewhere in the history of English, somebody was using voicing in fricatives to make verbs from nouns or vice versa.
Church people are great.
“JESUS COMES WITH JOY” on a roadside church sign, and
(Psalm 96:8) “Ascribe to the LORD the honor due his name; bring offerings and come into his courts.”
This is a story about pareidolia.
She turned the corner, and there, just as she had been warned he would be, was the Doorman.
He was tall. He was thin. He was pale. He spoke quieter than a thought.
“How do you find me?” he asked.
Julia considered.
“You are tall,” said she.
He rebuked her. “Tell me truly.”
“Too tall,” she emended.
He nodded. “As tall as a tree. Tell me more.”
“You are thin,” said she.
He chastised her. “Answer me plainly.”
“Too thin,” she corrected.
He smiled. “As thin as a rail. Tell me more!”
“You are pale,” said she.
He admonished her. “Address me honestly.”
“Too pale,” she admitted.
He laughed. “As pale as a sheet!” And he let her in.
