I Need To Learn To Account For The Buoyancy Of Grapes.
I need to learn to account for the buoyancy of grapes.
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Twinker bell. full stop.
God gave me a brain so I could have thoughts like “what’s the masculine version of tinker bell? Oh, yes, Tonker Bell”
*learns basic social skills well into my 20s that most people know by the time theyre like 11*
Okay but what about Patella, and Jamboree? I feel like those need more recognition.
Words that would make good YA character names, entirely based on their spelling
I did a lot of research for this. these are my conclusions
Protagonist Names
Beholden
Hedgerow
Malaria
Chess
Chapel
Lever
Even
Adrenaline
Linen
Shrivel
Parsley
Marine
Umbrella
Anesthesia
Parcel
Fallacy
Burden
Liver
Cyst
Happen
Allergen
Love Interest Names
Carsick
Cashier
Javelin
Maverick
Cadaver
Metric
Crestfallen
Cyan
Dorkier
Estrus
Coriander
Cabin
Rave
Calendar
Cervix
Festival
Surnames/Family Names/Royal Lineages
Wrestling
Cartridge
Damndest
Helium
Margarine
Virus
Cardholder
Meridian
Latrine
Previous
Solvent
Rhombus
I cannot explain to you how much more immensely fun work would be if I could play Skyrim while I was there. "But that wouldn't be work" you say, nay, I would still be working, I would just not be bored when I'm not having to talk to people. It's a small difference. But it makes all the difference.
In conclusion I want my work to provide me with a gaming setup.
[picking at my scabs] heehee hoohoo texture be gone. surely there will be no repercussions
having writer friends is being like in the world’s tiniest fandom except to get new content you have to beat it out of the author with a stick
The outside smells like cigarettes,
The change rooms smell like man sweat,
The back smells like Doritos,
The doors all smell like cleaner,
And I am alone.
You guys have Olive Gardens?
My ideal date? You release me into the wild to hunt me for sport on your remote island BUT I’m not very good at hiding so you find me within 20 minutes. You hold the gun to my face but there is something so earnest in my eyes and hands that you cannot carry through. You pick me up and carry me back to your mansion. I am so polite and charming that you nurse me back to health. You grow to love and trust me despite the fact you’re holding me hostage after I fell of a charter vessel bound for Brazil. You buy me new clothes and have them shipped to the island. I kiss you good morning every day. You propose marriage. I accept. We skype in a priest and get married with the butler as our witness. That night I kill you and the butler. I redistribute your wealth. I live in the mansion on the abandoned island for the rest of my days. I study snail ecology. I never remarry. You were the love of my life but you were too dangerous and evil to live. I am buried next to you. The tides eventually wash our bodies away. Into the depths of the ocean, together.
Mickey Mouse: Runaway Brain Director: Chris Bailey | Studio: Walt Disney | USA, 1995
