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The unnatural force is capitalism, and I'm sorry, but, at least, everyone in America feels it, except for those sticking rich dudes.

“nobody is making you do this” i am driven by unnatural forces you will never even begin to comprehend

I feel like being able to do infinite things would be funny, I don't mean doing an infinite assortment of tasks/quests or whatever. I mean being able to do a thing but in an infinite way, like you can sens a message to your friend and it will just repeat into infinum, just a constant over and over of "and then the ocean was no longer blue. They just have to start a new message sequence because they can't scroll to the bottom of it.

I feel like science needs to be sexy again. Just start making Frankenstein monsters again

Gender envy. Also smash

Schematic illustration of the nervous system. Macfadden's Encyclopedia of physical culture. Volume 1. 1920.

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I almost had a ducking aneurism making sure I don't bust out laughing in the middle of class.

The person next to me asked if I just had a seizer omfg

i don’t think he clicked through

Like, if someone was saying games where you kill people with guns or fly airplanes are masculine and games where you cook or own farms are feminine I think rather than defending the honor of Stardew Valley the play there is to question why these things are being gendered in the first place.

Nah just screaming

I gotta be honest you guys these twenties do not feel very roaring

Also million dollars a month paycheck

They need to invent a job where I don't have to wake up or go to it

REMEMBER THAT POST WITH CINDERELLA WHERE HER DRESS CHANGES TO THE COLOR OF YOUR BLOG?

THIS ONE DOES IT TOO!!

I found a bunch more!!

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And hot as in sexy too, but like permanently.

ghosts are often presented as cold, which makes sense given their association with death, but personally i think that they should be hot, at least at first. hot with excess life, with blazing spiritual essence; scorching white-hot clouds of gaseous vapour shedding their vitality into the void like blood from an open wound.

I was re-watching adventure time and after Marceline shoes up for the first time my thought was, I wonder if there's a Trans girl who named herself Marceline yet?

Please, someone tell me there is!!!

We have absconded so far from the warm and healing light of our lord that we push anything unto ourselves to try and feel it, expect for Dave he's just weird.

salt & vinegar chips are snacks for fucking masochists. literally the entire flavour of the goddamn chip is “acetic acid, which will hurt your tongue, and then just salt on top of that to hurt it worse”. it’s brutal. this chip is designed to hurt you

'ford doesn't know about 9/11' Ford left earth in 1982. Ford doesn't know the cold war fucking ended.

Jokes on you, I don't even know what a tonsure is. So bleh

Your tonsure is ratty as fuck

When you see it, REBLOG IT.

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I don't think I have one food, it's just my lifestyle of not shying away from abnormal thing which has lead me to eat ham & peanut butter sandwich, chocolate on my pizza, dipping corn chips into a mix of cheese & chocolate, and fried onions with podered sugarn, among other things that make others look at me as if gazing at the 2-headed dog in the circus.

What’s one food or drink that you enjoy but everyone else says is cursed?

I’ll start: watered down sodas.

Ask me about my diverging neuros, I dare you.

reblog if you want your followers to ask you anything they're curious about.

I wish I could have a sadomasochism thing with someone.

lighting a cigarette off the rim of my guardian angel's halo and they have to watch and let me shorten my lifespan by smoking it even though they're assigned to protect me from harm. because of free will.

I'm awake listening to bohemian rhapsody, it is 1:30am, I have my first day of my fall semester starting at 9am. What has my life come to.

I'm sure you probably don't want an explanation on why they are labeled differently but I still feel the need. Most of the labeling comes from a field of study called cryptozoology, which is actually more of a pseudo science but if I remember right you can still get a degree for it. where people study the stories and sightings of the creatures and analyze them in the same way a scientist would a new species. though that usually only goes for the cryptids of the group since they are seen as actual biological specimens, instead of the more plasmodal creatures, eg. ghosts, phantoms, apparitions, or the mechanical which would be UFOs. There may be other categorical naming fields of study for the others in the group but that goes beyond my field of knowledge.

I don’t like the insistence that supernatural phenomena be neatly organized into boxes depending entirely on vibes. I know it’s an instinctive human desire to categorize shit but cmon. The shadow figure you saw in your house is a “ghost” but that flying saucer your uncle saw is a “UFO” and the weird thing your sister caught on a trail cam in the woods is a “cryptid” (and usually they’ll try to break this down further to like genus-level) NO. They are all the same thing. What is that thing? Fuck if I know. But they’re the same.

Sometimes I have to remind myself that some people don't like scars, cause to me their beautiful. a way to show that the universe chose you for a story, yes some of those stories we may feel more comfortable keeping to ourselves but as for me I've always smiled and told every bit with my scars. I dont see scars as a reminder of being broken or even the pain that came with it, I see the strength to persevere in spite of it.

Are you sure about that!?

*keeping Zeus from breaking thru the door*

I’m fine

Every day that i have to go to college, I feel more and more the call of the wilds. Just to up and leave. To dissappear into the fog never to be seen again, other than by hunters or travellers, known only as a myth to those in civilized society.

? *gestures exasperatedly and in an italian way*

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