Teaching The Public Tenderness One Self-service Interaction At A Time

Teaching the public tenderness one self-service interaction at a time

Maybe I "cant handle" spice because I respect the plants defence mechanism

What a day to be alive

I dont have my editing software rn and most likely someone already made this joke BUT

that clip of david tennant pronouncing the difficult welsh town name but with cupcakke's "gogogo" sound overimposed on the last syllables

Edit 10 minutes later: heres a shitty rendition made in darkaudacity

The fact that my own eyelashes are the thing that make my glasses dirty annoys me to no end, there is no solution

These don't need to be related but they somehow are to me

How does it feel to know thousands of people hold love, gratitude and deep respect for you? This is a genuine question—I haven’t tried to write anything on a professional level purely because I am terrified that someone might rely on my books for comfort or stability and afterwards turn to me. I’m not qualified for that.

I'm not qualified either. I'm a human being which means I'm as messed up as anyone else on the planet ("probably more so" adds the voice in the back of my head). But I'm still going to tell stories. It's what I do.