What If Like-
What if like-
I just sat in my bed for 17 hours every day eating brownie brittle. Can god spite me at this point? No? Okay good.
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It's times like these that make me realized how touchstarved I am :(
I've forgotten Tumblr exists again so here's some random questions I thought of recently that made me question my life choices.
Can vampires drink the blood of Christ. (cause I mean- it's blood but. It's holy blood? So like how does this work.)
How the hell did I get so obsessed with the Victoria era recently.
So did ladies wear corsets and bras or did bras not exist back then. Or- wait no.
How am I failing my electronics class when literally every formula is almost the same.
Why are bathing suits called bathing suits? Like, were they originally meant to be bathed in? But like, how would that work you're wearing clothes still so obviously you're not bathing everything.
Okay can I actually bake cookies at a higher temperature then the box says so they get done faster or will they just explode.
I remember I read something about special coffins that were basically giant seedpods so that your gravesite literally grew into a tree. If I, hypothetically, chose to have an apple tree as my seedpod coffin, and apples grew on it, would that therefore be cannibalism since I am basically that tree, or would that still be considered eating an apple.
So there you go. Enjoy my Idiocracy. Because I, the naive little ravioli that I am, somehow question the stupidest things.
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I've made a strange decision to get into the wtnv podcast. Help. I'm on episode 32 at the moment.
Nurse Ratched could crush my head between her thighs and I'd have no problem with it.