hold on a fucking second. delaware is a state?? i thought it was a river? or is the river more important than the state? why don't i know this? (i should mention i don't like in america, i'm just confused)
there is delaware (state) and delaware (river)
both are equally strange
the state is a tiny little cryptid thing
the rive is a monster that spans new york, pennsylvania, new jersey and delaware. also washington crossed it once and that was like kinda a big deal i guess. like crossing the rubicon in rome.
the state tries to me more important with its “im the first state!!!” bs (seriously its even on the fucking license plates) but we all know. its the river.
too relatable, had to share . x
warty toad appreciation post. i love warty toad.
reading a hurt/comfort fic is like haha. very fun. now i'll cry myself to sleep for I Fear I Shall Never Be Loved That Way
i fluctuate between manically happy psychopath and half decomposed walrus like i get paid for it
I think it's silly how I'll study hard, pass and go to college. I'll study some more. And more. I stay up with bags under my eyes, I cry, I rot on the inside, I lose all my friends. Just because I'd like a job that lets me live comfortably. And when I finally do live comfortably, I'll never notice it. It'll all be about the next job, the next interview, the next meal. I won't look at the stars, at how they twinkle. I won't laugh freely. I won't wake up in the morning with the feeling that 'today is a new day'. If I have kids I won't ever look into their laughing faces and think this is innocence, or , This being shares my blood. I'll think, the world is going to ruin you the way it ruined me. There is nothing I can do to stop it. It will simply happen, the way it has happened to those before me.
im not fond of the 'all men' thing (i hate it) but when i walk alone on a street i am certainly afraid of every single man who does so much as pass by me. logically i do know that they're just people on their business, just like me, but there is always a chance.
off topic and i know you don't care but once upon a time i went with my grand parents to visit a (ridiculously) rich friend. they were having a party, i was i think maybe 5????i don't know. anyway. i drank lots of orange juice. then i needed to go to the bathroom. there was a bit of a line, but a thing i noticed was that everytime the door opened, i heard a whirring sound, like a bee stuck in a peanut jar.
ok. so i enter the bathroom. my grandma is outside. i walk in. its a very big bathroom. there's blue lights every where. i take a few steps forward, the toilet seat is closed. a few more steps forward and the toilet seat goes whirrrrrrr and suddenly??? SPRINGS OPEN LIKE A SACROPHAGUS WITH A CURSED AND POSSIBLY DIARRHEA RIDDEN MUMMY iNSIDE. it starts to beep very cuntily. I've already screamed at this point, and my granny is banging at the door. i also happened to have pissed my pants, because my 5 year old brain has conjured up visions of the toilet ripping itself out of the floor, walking over, and then swallowing me into faecal oblivion.
and guess what's in the toilet? a turd. it forgot to flush.
Aspiring writer, watches movie recaps instead of watching the movie, wannabe artist
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