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Weeeeeee! 🤗🤗🤗❤️

Fuck. I would so ask you to be my science project partner. You could come over to do experiments & my Ma would make us lasagna w tiny lil meatballs made outta sausage meat

Sorry I was gone so long, but I stepped on a raw lasagna noodle fragment that fell out of my nighty and I died.

😍😍😍❤️

a cartoon of a little girl riding on the back of a rainbow sheep . Alt: Rainbow Brite and friend riding over the rainbow

You're the absolute best and I'll love you for always 🌈❤️

So in my own headlock lately saying the mantra to stop questioning yourself stop questioning yourself that I just hand over my lunch money to my other hand

feed me cheese touch my butt and tell me i’m your favorite celestial seasoning

YouTube video by Half a Person Masters of War (Bob Dylan acoustic cover)

from the archives because relevant, sadly:

youtu.be/xWsvdyoISgQ?...

For a number of years as a kid my mom thought I loved Taz and bought me Taz shirts. I thought Taz was okay, but did not love him. But I loved my mom, so I wore the shirts.

Replacing my ventricles with mandolins, maybe now they'll finally let me join The Decemberists

Sorry I wrote YOLO! on your death certificate.

Give us this day our daily cheese

Drinking chocolate milk about it

proposal: everything stop sucking for one day

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHĦĦĦHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Worcester flavored ice cream

Remember that Friday night when you heard Paul McCartney singing Let It Be and you hadn’t heard it in like 100 years and you were like wtf Paul a little heads up next time

the horrors can cease to amaze now pls

Take to the backroads and let them know you mean meandering

Precaffeinated words slapping like a semi-limp noodle

There should be a word for the pain of knowing you saw a band long before you loved them

A lady may not always come out & say when she’s triggered, & that’s when she’ll get elusive, quiet, continuously blasting Cat People by Bowie till you’re so uncomfortable that you understand

Nothing fights for beauty in the ghostly cold quite like the Hellebore

backpack fannypack gonorrhea Hackensack

i do not have the capacity to process any more horror if you need me i will be lying on the kitchen floor covering my naked body in cold cuts

reserve some pasta water
that’s the love part

People just don’t shamalamadingdong like they used to

Look, I’m an asshole but at least I feel shitty about it sometimes

Why be normal when you can be anxiety instead.

End of the Line by the Traveling Wilburys is my favorite song about being reassured it's alright