Ask Me About My Diverging Neuros, I Dare You.

Ask me about my diverging neuros, I dare you.

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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

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.

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

Your tonsure is ratty as fuck

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.

Nah just screaming

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