i beat myself up for not knowing enough about my special interests a lot but then i remember the average person off the street has no idea what the carboniferous is and i feel better
are you really bad at it or are you in "good at it" spaces
Me: ah shit, I misidentified that yellow rumped warbler as a female goldfinch, I should literally be hung at the gallows for this. I'm such an IDIOT
My friend, pointing at a vulture: check out that fucked up crow lol
I don’t like being referred to as a boy
Woah mama I'll give anyone who misgenders you the Elvis Special (a bullet)
This account likely makes the list of “the last accounts I’d ever expect to be anywhere near my blog” but I appreciate it
Woah mama I'm one of your mutuals
WHAT
He has dry food, wet food, and wet water. From this we can deduce that what he wants is dry water. I shall get my top scientists on it at once
Unfortunately cats can't drink IPA beers
nothing more beautiful than finally understanding how to draw your own OC's hair
I know it for a fact because the vaccine for the sleeping sickness came out when I was ten, and she cried. When she was a kid, parents would have Sleep Overs whenever someone caught it, in the hopes of spread it around - children were statistically more likely to be woken up by "True Love's Kiss" from a parent or family member, after all, whereas if you caught it when you were older, things got more complicated and if you were old, you might be the last one in your family left.
(There’s more to it than that, I know, I've tried reading the papers, but I barely passed biocurse with a C+, and don't even get me started on organic curses. Those two classes were enough to kill any hope I had of becoming a fairy godperson.)
So, when the vaccine against the sleeping sickness came out, my stepmother cried, and my father got me on the list right away; I wasn't high priority, after all; I was young, there wasn't an active outbreak in my school district, and I was otherwise healthy. But they put me on the backup list anyway, so if there was one, just one available, I could get it.
When the fairy godperson's office called, my dad was at work, but my stepmother bundled me up and drove there so fast I thought we were going to be pulled over. (Later, I found out that she'd gotten an automated ticket from one of the red light cameras, a fact that she hid from both me and my dad.) They called my dad, of course, and he left work, but he also gave the okay for my stepmother to be my medical proxy in case he was delayed.
Vaccines don't last forever, and it was decided that I would be given it without him there. At 100 minutes, my stepmother would try kissing my forehead, and if it didn't work, the office would set me up for the 100 hours it would take before my dad could try.
Magic can't be ignored, but it can be tricked.
It didn't matter. At 100 minutes post-vaccine, my stepmother kissed my forehead and I woke up.
So. I know she loves me.
this is incredible. oh my gosh.
They told their life story before giving the damn recipe 😭
I don't know whether to love this or hate it, it's so good!!!
Poob has it for you
i'm going to become the joker
Okay
Yeah that’s
Yeah
green's my colour.
[Image Description: Text of the poem “To the Young Who Want to Die” by Gwendolyn Brooks, next to a black and white photo of the poet. Poem reads as follows:
Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.
/End ID.]
THERE ARE MORE IMAGES OF THE TWO OF THEM???
TWO MORE OF THEM
TWO MORE OF THEM
MORE
TWO MORE OF THEM!!!
babe are you okay you reblogged got that fog in me 11 times
wait, i did? i don't remember doing that...
Actually, incorrect! This is « brain fog », an expression generally used to refer to dissociation, memory problems, and other symptoms of various disorders which make it difficult to think clearly. This is of the Spiral, the fear of madness and your mind betraying you.
