Welcome back Ptah-Hotep

see also: my single favourite tweet about my former residence
Official Post of Massachusetts
you ever just suddenly remember that linguini and remy can’t communicate. linguini does not have some special ability to understand rats. he just fuckin. accepts that this weird rat wants to cook and can control him with his hair. he’s just okay with that
If a rat showed up and made me capable of getting done all the stuff I need to get done I too would be just okay with that.
overhearing my neighbor rant on the phone top of his lungs and his friend is saying something in calm voice and he goes NO. NO NUANCE. STOP SAYING NUANCE. MY BOSS NEEDS TO DIE
*weeps uncontrollably at 9 o'clock in the morning*
God, I love randos on the internet who just want to be kind.
*packing my suitcase for a 3 day trip* hm, but what if I need my terracotta warriors..
everyone u reblog is safe right? i feel like u reblog a lot of ppl and i just want to make sure ur vetting them all first,,,
Everybody I reblog from is evil and does crimes aplenty
this video is so full of life
kissing you on the forehead

with tongue?
with tongue. 🥰
The Coffeyville Daily Journal, Kansas, April 30, 1896
before neil banging out the tunes there was czar scraping the strings
Sofa sitting positions
I found it
This has to be like an ancient relic or something
Fuck moon’s taking poison damage

my sense of humor: getting birthday cards with the wildly incorrect age on it for people
I see this and raise you: getting cards for a wildly different occasion and customizing them to fit the holiday you need

throwback to the time my partner put in his 2 week notice with a birthday card for a 2 year old
Once I got a card that said “BEST GREAT GRANPA EVER!!”
I’m a teenager

WHO’S TURNING CHRISTMAS
I took my little brother (autistic, mostly non verbal) out and he was using his voice keyboard to tell me something, and this little boy (maybe 4 or 5?) heard him and asked me "Is he a robot??" I tried to explain to him that no, he isn't a robot, he just communicates differently, but my darling brother was in the background max volume "I am robot I am robot I am robot I am robot"
My little brother insisted if I was going to post about him, he wanted a cut of the "profits". When I explained to him that Tumblr isn't monetized, and is pretty pointless, he and my older brother pointed out that he'd still be bringing me "fame and notoriety" if the post got "big". So we agreed, if the post hit 10k notes, which seemed extremely farfetched and silly at the time, I'd take my little brother out for sushi (his favorite food) and let him eat as much as he wants.
I guess God wanted the little robot to enjoy some sushi 🍣 🥲






