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Mold on mold violence… does this count as cannibalism? Leading experts cannot reach a conclusion on this trending societal debate

there's mold on my bedroom ceiling but it's fine because we're pals

YOUR SUOER SMART AND COOL AND AWESOME AND DONT FORGET THAT BECAUSE I AM A RAT WHO REALLY CARES ABOUT YOU AND LOVES YOU AND UH

YOUR REALLY REALLY REALLY COOL

AND PRETTY (PLANTICO)

love ya to dude <3 thanks for always being there for me, means alot ❤️❤️❤️

mold wrote this. rhizopus stolonifer I can see you

imagine if your roommate bought bread. your roommate eats some of it but then leaves most of it alone. you really want that bread but you want to respect your roommate so you don’t eat it. months pass and at this point you’re sure he doesn’t want the bread so you start eating a little bit of it. then your roommate walks in, freaks out, picks you and the bread up and throws you and your meal in the garbage. that’s what it’s like to be mold.

Game of mold

Finding beauty in the disgusting

Yummy

im losing my mind

Mold be upon ye Ethan Winters

i think there might be mold growing inside me

I showed my mother this image (below) and she said;

“kinda reminds of that one song “fireball” y’know? Like ‘duh duh da duh duh duh… mold spore”

I hope gen 10 has a mold pokemon that's a grass/poison type and moldy and its covered in mold

is it cool if i come over and nap for 6 hours

Quick someone find me a picture of moldy leaves it is VERY IMPORTANT

Even mold in a coffee machine can be romanticized.

I had to clean it out after this too.

I am transgender and I eat mold and dirt and grass

I have ants all over my room. They always come in more numbers than the day before.

Sometimes I wake up with the ants crawling up my spine.

Sometimes the ants come to take away the bodies of their compatriots.

I respect them for it, I think. I just wish they would find a different battleground.

I am tired of this slaughter, and so i no longer kill the ants. And so they come in larger, greater numbers than before.

I am afraid of them, in a sense.

Not genuinely, more just a semblance of tired annoyance stemming from my mother.

I have mold growing in a teacup by my bed. I have no desire to wash it. No need to.

My mother is frantic now. So desperately tired. She slams her broom onto the ants. Tells me to do the same.

They are just as tired of dying as I am of killing them.

They work and toil to keep the colony alive.

My mother is like an ant in that sense.

And because she is my mother, I am like her, and so I am an ant.

But my mother has a murderous fury. And I have my father's willfull ignorance. I let rot thrive.

Maybe my mother will tire of my ignorance and she will come to kill the ants in my room. Maybe she will rid me of my teacup. Maybe she will kill every last one of the ants. And becasue she is an ant, and because that makes me an ant,

Maybe she will kill me too.