HE DIED

you ever get assigned something as a project in school and for the rest of your life you have a strange attachment to the subject. in like seventh grade i had an assignment to make a poster about the elemental propoerties of osmium and to this day everytime someone mentions it im like 'YEAAAAAAH OSMIUM MENTIONED!!!!!!!!'

i was reading 'The Black Cat' by Edgar Allen Poe aloud for my friend today and discovered why s1 jonathan sims immediately gets into it. its so much fun to read horror as if you are the character experiencing the horrors.

for more context he is for a grade

i met my son today his name is dingle weezer and he is pregnant

owie owow yeowch my back

i met my son today his name is dingle weezer and he is pregnant

when i get in bed i feel my back become free of the weight it carries

^ me everyday?

if i were a medieval peasant i would be so into not being a medieval peasant

i know the last thing ive done is reblog a horse plush but im not still dying i just havent had an original thought lately

are you, perchance, telling me my mental illnesses are handicapping me in a society that refuses to recognize them? noooooooo what no wayyyy

im actually quite enamored with the idea of living through an apocolypse, and considering how im the utmost unbothered by most happenings because i regularly hallucinate, im faring better than most should be,, luckily shits been going downhill for a while or people might be reacting like a medieval peasent to a nintindo switch

oh what a time to be american