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I got bored in class

Happy pride month to the tiny cowboy and tiny Trojan man from Night at the Museum

Is there anything in this pocket? Ohoho yes there is! *Deadpan* it's a whole can of red bull.

Me, tired

Eeeiiklz what would this even sound like

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hella depressed

an under appreciated writer

a gif maker

a marvel stan only for the guys

still into twilight 8 years too late

scared of 13 year olds

addicted to tik tok

a vsco girl

on your period

into fanfics and blurbs

regretting the classes you chose to take

no one will know which

WANNA KNOW WHAT TURNED ME GAY PROBABLY? THIS DUCK MING-MING IS AMAZING AND IS PROBABLY THE REASON IM GAY CAUSE I HAD A CRUSH ON HER AS A KID AND BLAME 3AM ME FOR MY DUCK POST. I WAS TEN DONT BLAME MY DUCK CRUSH ON ME IT WAS THE DUCK

If the only constant in my life is a bathtub, I'm fine with that

Me

Shuffling his feet through rubble, the remainder of his aged and irradiated mind tried to piece together who he was. These ruins brought a word to the forefront but he couldn't quite place what it was, it's meaning lost to him but the feeling it elucidated flowed through his body and made him feel comfort. The radio crackled and he hardly flinched, his reaction time blown away with the bombs. The song playing through the speakers of the radio brought to mind a woman's face, one who he would have recognized if not for his feral state. A sudden tiredness fell over his shriveled form, and he laid down contendedly.

"Daisy

Daisy

Give me your answer, do

I'm half crazy

All for the love of you"

With his final thoughts, he had a moment of clarity and was able to discern the word that the place and song reminded him of

Home.

Day 4: Radio

Happy Wednesday!

My sister just walked into my room, grunted “oil” and promptly collapsed on the floor

Oh no my sparkling green tea

Overheard in the school cafeteria