Tower-1 - Teath.

on the 11th day of christmas my mutual gave to me softcore middle aged man pornography

i love you visible brushstrokes. i love you glue warped scrapbook pages. i love you awkward poems. i love you junk journal with faded receipts. i love you poorly composed journal layout. I love you unintentionally blurry photographs. i love you asymmetrical beading. i love you curling freeform crochet. i love you fingerprints on pottery. i love you reused materials. i love you improvised instruments. i love you mistakes. i love you bravery to make it anyway. i love you creativity that hasn't been wiped clean of every drop of humanity and sanitized and commodified.

my friend put a big dumb bow on my seb plush when giving it as a present

Me after I eat 2 tons of krill

choosing to allocate spoons to hanging out and having a good time at the cost of perfectly completing all your work is not a failing it is in fact an act of survival. “too sick to work = too sick to play” is in fact ableist bullshit that you don’t have to buy into. and the fact that leisure time is treated like a privilege is a fucking travesty

Fat Chinese baby vanellope or something

Yada yada yada, head canoning there was an original King candy who was vanellopes father who got killed by Turbo, the usual head canon. I also gave a name to the original KC... Perfetti van Melle schweetz. I like the name I've given him low-key

they should have put him in this blue cunty turtleneck in more episodes

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Estrogen wouldn't fix Robert Chase but it would've calmed her down, in the same way a chew toy soothes the aching gums of a teething puppy.