Nyoomymph - I Have No Idea What I'm Doing

sounds pretty straightforward

war criminal pussy got me acting unwise

puddles

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this is barely related but I thought that the cranboo was something about cranberries

my reading comprehension sucks, apparently

c!Tubbo's actions to c!aimsey were not great, and c!aimsey in the future will have every right to be angry/upset/not trust c!Tubbo, and don't take this as justifying any action.

But let's note why he's lashing out to him specifically. c!Tubbo is angry, and grieving, and now the person of interest of that anger is c!Aimsey. Because yeah, c!Sam killed his husband, but that didn't fix the fact his husband is dead and won't even live in the house he moved into. c!Aimsey becomes the center of his grief because they are making a home in a place that was always meant to be him and cranboo. And it's a reminder that it might never be that. His actions hurt, but he's not a villain. He's not uncaring. He's in pain.

just popped a bunch of acne and then wiped over the spots with hydrogen peroxide before washing it, both to disinfect it and because I wanted to see what would happen. it didn't hurt and was just kinda tingly. a little disappointed tbh

Sucks to see someone else living your dream.

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

this sitcom that is playing on the tv (I'm watching youtube and only vaguely listening, it makes me feel less anxious) is doing an episode where the generic housewife's ex boyfriend is mentioned. nothing in particular except for the fact that his name is Chad and he wrote her poetry about her eyes (so the husband writes poetry about her ears or smth idk). whatever but my point is that now I'm imagining this guy as the himbo from emperor's new groove and keep snorting as I laugh about it

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

There once was a young Christian boy who ate cigarettes. Every day he would eat more and more, but he would not die because he prayed while he ate the cigarettes. He ate so many cigarettes that he grew to tremendous size. When the boy finally died, the priests wrapped him in a great silken funeral cloth. It was then that the heavens opened, and from the clouds descended the hand of God, who plucked the tremendous cigarette boy from his casket. It was then that God lit a flame and smoked him.