chunks of flommus
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Bwargh von Modnar
it’s the wardrobe, dave
Dave says that in the 1970s people had better morals and there were no scantily clad women shaking their booties around, and
still rude.
ANTS! That is a WHOLE PIE. What are you even going to do with that much pie? That won’t even fit in your house! Yet
shaving the next generation
Damn. For not being people, corporations sure know how to make things personal. Pretty amazing follow-up to their last big ad though it
who’s got two thums and a skewed sense of self-worth?
Open mic in Jamaica Plain Ordering a California Wrap in Boston Which comes with avocado and ranch dressing (obviously) Sharing cloves with a
ready for some magic
I feel like it bears repeating, that if you are not able to appreciate or romanticize things that are common, you’re really
that moment when you realize dissociating has actually saved you a few times
In hindsight, it feels obvious that ~maybe~ someone who was a PUA, prides themselves on having ‘researched’ mind control and has openly talked
personal things time
So, pretty much every time I call someone out on a behavior of theirs, I end up having some hard think time
official plaid
Today I learned: Over 20 states have an official plaid, including California. BEHOLD. ✨ Also, I’m going to put ’em all
anxiety, a dialogue
mind: Body, we have only slept 3 hours. What the hell? Where is the fire? body: Oh, it is somewhere, out there, in
so those resolutions
Sometimes self-care feels like dragging around a child throwing a tantrum. Accomplishing anything worthwhile involves an inner dialogue between me and my
that time I found the empty microwave running with the time set to an hour
dave: How many minutes in an hour? me: 60. dave: I said, how many minutes in an HOUR? me: 60. dave: No, that’s how
it’s okay. really.
I guess I’m pretty depressed. Crowd: “How depressed ARE you?” I’m thinking of doing stand-up at one of the next open mics. My
i miss the time when the holy ghost was my altered state of choice
It was actually on one of my first bus rides to church camp that I learned what a rave was, from my
une trinité
un Things Instagram wants to sell me today: Brightly colored hair wax Gothy boob harnesses Acrylic paint Therapy I feel attacked.
dammit, lyft
grandma: He’s not still outside, is he? What’s his car look like? me: It’s a Prius. You know what a Prius looks like? grandma:
dating a ‘literal fedora I have to pretend is smarter than me’
“Do you know how much more attractive debt-free virgins (without tattoos) are to young men? Unfortunately, there are so few of these

























