I Don't Know What Any Of Those Words Mean, But I Feel Like I Really Need This In My Life.

I don't know what any of those words mean, but i feel like i really need this in my life.

*Makes ominus rubarb sounds at you in the dark:* be afraid, BITCH

There is a method of growing rhubarb known as “forcing” where the plant grows in complete darkness and is tended to in candlelight. It grows so quickly during this process that you can hear it grow. [1, 2]

I'm actually 3 raccoons and a cat in a trench coat

*making little sounds to entertain the tiny raccoon controlling my body*

What I'm doing here, is the moder equivalent of a rebellious Victorian teenage giry keeping a diary with all of her strange, slightly concerning and guickly passing thoughts, that she may never shere with anyone. Screaming it into the void, expecting it to never be seen by anyone but her for the rest of eternity.

Only for some stranger she will never know the face of, to stumble across it and maybe give it a quick little smile and continue on with what they were doing.

Everytime i go to the doctor, the nurses end up complimenting the fuck out of my vains. And i just feel like, that would be considered suspicious vampire behavior, in literally any other scenario.