"am I being annoying" are you aware that my heart is trying to crawl out of my chest to get to you

It's Ace Week again and that means it's time for even more silly little artworks of silly little critters. (Here are their friends from 2021 and 2022) ✨Stay amazing, aces✨

Happy Ace Week, everyone!! No matter where you are on the ace spectrum, you are celebrated this week! And if you are learning about asexuality, we hope that this week will prove helpful.

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It's Ace Week!

HAPPY ACE WEEK FUCKERS

AND NONFUCKERS I FORGOT WHO IM TALKING TO

Ya'll ever think that except for stuff like ren fairs are the only time adults get to play when the human animal never stops needing play behavior?

the cultural perception that play is an inherently childish thing is one of the worst ideas to come out of modern civilization (in my very not-humble and objectively correct opinion)

You Were My Joker That Night

my dumb cat ate dental floss :(

child relief fund

jhco

 unrwa

middle eastern child alliance

hospitals in palestine

reblogs > likes

WE’RE GETTING AN EXTRA HOUR OF DESTIEL LETS GOOOO

a go mmmm moo <- i dropped my phone

DARE I SAY IT..... AN EXTRA HOUR IN THE B.... THE BA.... BALL P.............

DARE I SAY IT….. AN

EXTRA HOUR IN THE B….

THE BA…. BALL P………….

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

if you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember this one time in my english class, we were writing horror stories and one of the girls wrote “it was friday the 13th, the night before halloween” for her opening sentence

Happy Friday the 13th, the Night Before Halloween!!!

quick protip: if someone is crying or freaking out over something minor, eg wifi not connecting, can’t find their hat, people talking too loud, do NOT tell them how small or petty the problem is to make it better. they know. they would probably love to calm down. you are doing the furthest possible thing from helping. people don’t have to earn expressions of feelings.

I’m just gonna put it out there that if someone’s freaking about something small, they’re really freaking out about something big that they’re trying to deal with, or something long term that’s been building up, and that little thing is the straw that broke the camel’s back.

I don’t know, try and give people the benefit of the doubt. Don’t be the next straw on their broken back.

Needed this today.

People don’t actually go from 0 to 60. If you think they did, you have failed to notice how long they’ve been at 59.

People don’t actually go from 0 to 60. If you think they did, you have failed to notice how long they’ve been at 59.

when it doesn’t take much to tip you over the edge it’s because you were already teetering right on it

I love my life highly satisfied just being myself

(Female version here)

I love myself looking sexy for the sheer pleasure of it

ordered pizza from a small local place and they didnt actually cut it so i've chosen to revert to a wild animal and begin ripping it apart instead of just using a knife to portion slices

absolutely visceral experience. food is so much more satisfying when you have to fight it. i may be feral

i am not proud to say this but that pizza lasted fifteen minutes. i normally am not that gluttonous, but this goes beyond glutton. there was gluttony and wrath. a whirlwind of sauce, cheese, and pepperoni, all atop a flatbread that was shred apart by my own hands due to the neglect of another

in that moment i was wild. i was free. i understood the simplest joys in life. the joy of eating and manifesting my own destiny

been reflecting on this all day and the unsliced pizza experience honestly ruled. i think everyone should try it sometime or another. you have not truly lived until you just absolutely obliterated a pizza in such a feral manner

is this you

yes

run

My best friend and I have this tradition we call “chicken dinner” where we get a rotisserie chicken, lay it on a tarp, start on opposite ends of the tarp, and on the count of three we both run at the chicken and start ripping into it with our bear hands. We will be on our knees fighting for the best pieces of meat, ripping into the chicken with our faces, and it is the most viscerally delicious chicken I have ever had in my life. Grease gets everywhere. We have to do this outside. We have to tie our hair in buns beforehand.

You have never known the joy of food until you are lunging at your friend to rip the best part of the chicken out of their hand, rolling around on the tarp, stuffing it in your face before they can retaliate, and you realize “holy shit did I just growl?” And then you realize they are doing it too.

The chicken gets decimated. It’s absolutely destroyed. We aren’t allowed back inside until we have been hosed down. It’s the best.

This feels like the Yang to the Yin of the Shower Beverage, where in a peak of Unhinged civilized decadence, you experience the full flavor profile of a beverage whilst in the midst of a Hot Shower. Similarly carnal in it's satisfaction, and worrisome when to your mom when she asks you what you did this weekend, and you explain. At Length.

it’s the no notes blanket fort! climb on in

ARE YOU TODAY’S DATE?

BECAUSE YOURE 10/10

i’ve waited one year to reblog this

happy birthday lesbians!