Some-rando-blog1 - I Don't Even Know

My parents did that with me, and I turned out fi- oh. Oh yeah.

STEM students who don't refer to their living areas as "stem cells" are wasting an opportunity and need to switch majors immediately.

When they say "make love, not war," but your cock ring is stretchy enough to shoot at your partner like a rubber band.

Random people: "You get to go to college for free since you're Native American, right?" Me: *cries a slow, single tear as the wind picks up my hair and a flute plays mournfully from nowhere*

Eye contact = too much intimacy. Touching hair= ah, perfect.

I love learning little tidbits about real life in the Mormon Church. When my S.O. was a DJ for his Mormon youth gatherings in high school, he wasn't just a volunteer. It wasn't just a job they gave him. No, when they needed a new DJ, men from the church decreed that he was called upon by God to DJ the dances, and honest to fucking Christ, anointed him with oils so that he could answer God's call.

Connection noun con·nec·tion \kə-ˈnek-shən\ 1: What I would have if I could be around people, speak coherently, and make eye contact <see also: holy triad>

Every time my hooded eye-self looks at makeup techniques or inspo.

The real reason I became a vegetarian.

If you ignore your child's mental illness, you have zero right to complain about how they act.